Died, again. This time by a dragon? And resurrected too, that does not sound pleasant. Xichen briefly closes his eyes and pictures the hanshi around himself, the walls and pictures of cranes, the soft colours, and he breathes steadier when his eyes open.

His grip on Shuoyue never slackens, however.

"Thank you for telling me."

Even if he feels ill as he offers a mild smile that drifts away as he looks down at the docklands.

"I am going back down there," he decides it on a whim, wanting any excuse not to think, "will you please try to create a funnel and keep them from encircling my back?"