“Aiyah,” he starts, hesitating and momentarily inclining his head (like he actually has shame—) “Sorry, Sizhui.” Jingyi didn't mean to splash him since he's sure he is doing everything he can to get dry too. During the explanation, however, he stays quiet, listening intently to what Sizhui's suggesting.

His mouth opens, closes, opens again and, “Aw, you were worried about me?” followed shortly thereafter by a pleased curl of his lips.