“Well, I was... uhm.” He lowers his gaze, shifts his hands, clenching them tight around his robes for a moment. “Let's just say I was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be when I fell.” Although, the mention of his temple now has him wondering, “Actually, that's a good idea, going to where the temple is.”

Sizhui moves again, scooching closer to Jiang Cheng and reaching out to grasp his forearm, gaze so sincerely earnest and expectantly wide-eyed, it's almost ridiculous. “Will you please help me get there?”