[ Chongyun sits down beside his friend... and then immediately plops back, arms sprawling over his head as he sinks into the mattress. Ahhhh, that feels good. And it smells like Xingqiu—something he thinks idly as he turns his head and sniffs the blanket on a quiet inhale.

What a comforting scent. Even if it does lack silk flowers, an element he can't help but miss. ]

A bit of that. I've also been investigating some of the things we've talked about before. Rumors, stories, talking to people ... and asking around about other ways people have left the city. I'd rather not get comfortable here.

[ He doesn't think either of them want a longterm stay. Other than the questions they have, it would be nice to find a way back to Liyue without these contracts they've agreed to. ]