Xue Yang grins at the rather insulting tone his Senior uses with him. It's fine, he knows it's a lie that Wuxian was fine on his own. They both know it, too, even if the other man isn't willing to admit it. He knows quite a bit about burying things until they spill out.

"Nope," he chirps cheerfully. "I promised my Daozhangs to try and not get stabbed. If I gave you your sword back, that's what would happen. And you should rest a bit more before I show you where the Inn is so you can get checked in until you find work."

But he does stand, because he hears the kettle whistle softly. He doesn't make a single move to take that precious token from Wuxian though. Just wanders off to the kitchen to finish making them some tea before returning. Though this time he plops himself down on the low table and holds out the second cup of gently steaming, steeping tea.

"It's not poisoned. I don't do that here."