He'd admit to looking forward to being freshly bathed and clothed. This isn't the Cloud Recesses, or the Unclean Realm. But A-Yao is with him. So they are making do with what little they have. It's enough for now.

Xichen blinks at the words, but hears the cracks of those knees and shakes his head a little, gaze still lowered.

"You have been working hard. You should go first, while the water is warmest." He's used to cold water. But he smiles at the glimpse at Meng Yao's mother, how she'd cared for her son. "Is there enough for both of us?"