He loves the trust these two men have placed in him and the growth he's managed. It binds him tighter to them in loyalty and love. He won't let them down.

Xue Yang nuzzles that hand one more time before letting go, trusting Xingchen to find his way to whatever he feels he's needed to do next. "Of course!" He chirps and grabs the kettle before getting the tea ready.

The squirrel stays on Xingchen's shoulder, making himself comfortable against the blind man's neck. "Have you had a good day so far?"