"Naturally you couldn't ignore them," he amiably agrees on the walk over. "Having the ability to help and doing nothing would have been wrong, but that never even crossed Jiang Wanyin's mind, as I thought."

With the warmth of his compliments hopefully helping to ease any lingering awkwardness on his fellow sect leader's part, his lips twitch to see a pile of flowers waiting for Jiang Cheng's return (he was right about the local daughters!). So interested is he in trying to discern the types of blooms collected for the express purpose of courting in this land, he's already a little stooped when that purple robe is swirled around his shoulders; Xichen schools his delighted surprise as he straightens, sliding his other sleeves inside while standing closer as Jiang Cheng's hands fall away. It's shorter than his own robe, true, but not by much. Perhaps the colour difference makes it more noticeable.

"Thank you." The feel of it is different, of course, and his fingers pet over a cuff just for the interesting sensory memory it makes as he smiles down at Jiang Cheng. "I can hold your flowers while you dress, so they don't get dirty."