Xingchen is patient in these matters, knowing those who are dead may not cooperate with the timeframe of the living. In a way, this is familiar to him, almost nostalgic of days gone by. So he waits. Nearby he can hear Wei Wuxian shuffling about, supposedly preparing the potatoes to roast, but then his ears also pick up this new presence.

And again, he waits, feeling somewhat like a disciple this time, silent until his acknowledgment. There is no need to speak unless he is given permission. "Forgive my intrusion, Master Asgeirr. I hope I am not inconveniencing you. I admit I do not need any help, but rather I am curious about you."