[ Sipping the water, he leans forward and runs a hand over his face as he gets his breathing back under control. In times past he would have been an immovable mountain to be relied upon, but he can't bring himself to leave where he's sitting even when he sees Jin Guangyao hunched in on himself. There's so little of Xichen left to give, what comfort he has is needed to bind his own heart behind his ribs. ]
I was in seclusion before coming here, a-Yao. I'm not a well man.
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I was in seclusion before coming here, a-Yao. I'm not a well man.
[ Broken, he hesitates to say. ]