[ Of course, even with Jiaoqiu's keen sense of smell and hearing to help him navigate, without the use of his eyes, he could barely speculate about who it is that he was sharing a bed with this morning. He had only stopped to listen to his companion's breathing long enough to determine it wasn't one of his close comrades. There is a familiar scent, there, something reminiscent of his time on the Luofu...but far be it from him to rouse his companion just to satisfy his curiosity. There will be time for that when he returns.

By the time he's back, his bedmate still hasn't risen, which certainly reminds him of a certain someone's disposition, which also stands in stark contrast to his own arbiter-general. Even so, he's nonetheless surprised to hear the voice of the Divine Foresight, and he can't help a disbelieving little chuckle himself. Really, what are the odds?

Then again, perhaps he should get used to betting against the odds, given where they've found themselves. ]

Ah, general! You must forgive my informality. I hadn't realized who I had the privilege of waking up next to. I'd suggest my cure for a hangover may make up for it, if the taste weren't so...distinct.

[ It's spicy af. ]