Xingchen can't resist the soft laugh, echoing Xue Yang's snicker, and Xiu sticks her nose up in the air as if insulted - the snuggling in denies it though.

"Mm. Sometimes even apparent rubbish can be valuable and we just need help to see it."

He nods at the admission, feeling rather warm at this display of further trust. He can do this. He can succeed. He just has to be patient. He wraps the mangled hand up before turning to find a comb.

"Do you have a preferred way of design?"