[ Xichen's breath hitches, at the ease with which that response comes. He knows that many would imply the same, whether for flattery or kind estimation, but Wanyin belongs to neither group. And his statement makes his heart flutter with something that he doesn't quite recognize as hope, as he's held so very little of it for himself, but undeniable all the same. ]

I do not lie. And I disagree that there are better places, better people, to look for it than you.

[ Slowly, letting Wanyin reject it if he wishes, he reaches to him to place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze it gently. ]

Misfortunes that befell you have not dimmed the bright fire of your heart, the depths of your loyalty, or, when need calls for it, the clarity of your sight.

There are many reasons for my agreement to this union. Pity had nothing to do with them.