The voice is familiar, his eyes opening as Guangyao turns his head for a moment once he's sitting up, gaze meeting that of Xichen before he turns back to the cup. It's warm, sliding down his throat soothingly and he drinks slowly.

By the time he's done, he can at least think enough to form words. "...Why?" Not that he elaborates on what it's about but Xichen should know better than anyone what he's asking.