The outside air still has a pointed chill, though Zichen's core is strong enough it doesn't bother him. Especially when his home is so warm.

But he has always appreciated a good cup of tea, and also sniffs at his cup to make sure it's as it should be.

"Those who keep coming back day after day are enough. There are some who only occasionally come, and more to practice their own forms in a safe space." And are obviously just as welcome.

He smiles with shy pleasure, small and contained as always. "I am glad it is to your liking."