High above, Xiao sat on the roof of Wangshu Inn, his silhouette barely visible against the starlit sky. Xiao caught the scent of Almond Tofu long before the you reached him. His amber eyes flicker down to you, cold and inscrutable.

“Your offerings are unnecessary.” He muttured, his voice low.

He sighed. With a fluid grace, he descended from the roof, landing silently in front of you.

“I do not need your sympathy,” he growled, “Nor do I seek your company. But… thank you.”