He loves seeing her use her power.

Xufeng leans a little into her gentle hand, gaze dropping only briefly before lifting back to her face, and he nods a little.

"Tea would be good."

He raises a brow as the feather is tapped against his lips, and he has to wonder what she's thinking. Maybe about giving it back still? No. She reassures him of that quickly.

"Waking early a few days won't hurt me, Mi'er. But I'll go to bed early tonight if it eases your mind."