[ah... right, let's just take a moment and disregard the fact people died since both of them are desperately trying to lie low in this situation; whoever they are (and whichever of them survived), it doesn't matter anymore, as po xiao made certain to not give specific details when bringing xingchen to the room. madam innkeeper has been polite too, doesn't pry much and offers help if needed, most of which he accepts— like he'd done with helping the man. she didn't ask then either and po xiao's ever-so-grateful she hasn't inquired further during xiao xingchen's few hours long restless nap.
it does occur to him, he should've said his name alongside that remark earlier, even if the longer he considers, the less it seems to matter this moment in time. xiao xingchen is undoubtedly concerned with other things right now, one he'd imagine being his current whereabouts.
he relaxes his own vice-like grip on the rag in hand, tilts toward xingchen then lets his mouth curve in the faintest smile after those fingers loosen.] It's quite alright, [po xiao reassures.
being worried about who has helped you is a legitimate reason, especially whenever it seems this man's on the run. (because why else would he have reeked of blood, blind or not? someone for sure must've attacked him!) or that's what he's assuming, anyhow, despite it not mattering why. ordinarily, he would ask as well, but he doesn't prod further for an answer, just accepts the ‘forgive me,’ gives a dismissive-sounding sort of hum and segues into,] All thanks to you. [because if xingchen hadn't come along, they very well might have killed po xiao after robbing him. and that's part of why he's so pleased he'd been able to return the favor by bringing his rescuer to the inn.]
You have mine as well, of course. I'm glad to have been able to help in return. [he shifts too, lowers the rag so he can set it aside on the water basin's edge and reaches with that same hand to offer even more aid by helping xingchen into a better upright position. carefully though, steadily, since he'd hate to make things worse than they already are.] It is. An inn just outside a town called ‘Zizhou,’ I think it was?
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it does occur to him, he should've said his name alongside that remark earlier, even if the longer he considers, the less it seems to matter this moment in time. xiao xingchen is undoubtedly concerned with other things right now, one he'd imagine being his current whereabouts.
he relaxes his own vice-like grip on the rag in hand, tilts toward xingchen then lets his mouth curve in the faintest smile after those fingers loosen.] It's quite alright, [po xiao reassures.
being worried about who has helped you is a legitimate reason, especially whenever it seems this man's on the run. (because why else would he have reeked of blood, blind or not? someone for sure must've attacked him!) or that's what he's assuming, anyhow, despite it not mattering why. ordinarily, he would ask as well, but he doesn't prod further for an answer, just accepts the ‘forgive me,’ gives a dismissive-sounding sort of hum and segues into,] All thanks to you. [because if xingchen hadn't come along, they very well might have killed po xiao after robbing him. and that's part of why he's so pleased he'd been able to return the favor by bringing his rescuer to the inn.]
You have mine as well, of course. I'm glad to have been able to help in return. [he shifts too, lowers the rag so he can set it aside on the water basin's edge and reaches with that same hand to offer even more aid by helping xingchen into a better upright position. carefully though, steadily, since he'd hate to make things worse than they already are.] It is. An inn just outside a town called ‘Zizhou,’ I think it was?