It's oddly nostalgic, seeing Jiang Cheng in simple white robes and smiling, bringing up memories long past of a trio of young men carelessly barking their way through Cloud Recesses with nothing more to worry about than revising scriptures. It's good too that the other man is making use of his natural talents around water to help this community; thinner and paler than usual, swimming is out of the cards even more so for Xichen these days. He could do it, but he would not be accomplished.

"That would be most kind."

Having had barely enough time to dry off, he approaches him and lightly pats a soaked shoulder in gratitude. He would bow but the situation is so strange that he forgets to and moreover he wants to check Jiang Cheng is really there before him.

"I thought you might be a spectre, at first. Some part of my imagination."