"A-Yao, I wouldn't have said it if I didn't." His voice is still calm, the only sounds from the room the rustling of fabric as he discards layer after layer before pulling on the dry clothes. When he comes out, his wet things are folded, dry robes in place and his ribbon perfectly tied back into his place, although his hair is loose, the fabric he used to wrap it lying on top of his clothing.

"I don't think offering aid will break any rules and I think you do. I know how hard you work and how difficult this situation may become for you, even if you're managing now."