[ For this, Kexing makes an effort to not mask his trail, where normally he'd make a point to make himself as difficult to track as possible.

He snaps his fan out and wafts it as they walk, focusing on the simple, slow motion to master his nerves and worry. He half turns when Xing answers with a name, and hides a frown behind the white fabric. He lets the blind man expand on who this woman is and why he should reach out to her, but then he lets out a quiet breath. ]

You are the second to mention her to me. With such recommendations, surely she must be exceptional, and someone I will be sure to speak with.

[ The apology, so sweet and formal, makes him smile though. ]

He is meditating and resting right now. If Lady Wen asks it, would you assist?