He kneels there, growing soggy as they remain half-in, half-out of the apartment, and he does his best for Xichen. The fact that he's been alone and adrift on an island full of metal constructs maybe makes him a little clingier than he might otherwise be, but even so.

As Xichen sits back and then goes to stand, Mingjue goes with him that way, too, staggering up to his feet before trying to tug Xichen inside where it is very slightly less wet and there is at least something soft to sit on. "I didn't expect to get kidnapped out of a war and dropped into some kind of secret or mustard-seed realm, either. But I figured if it could get me, it could get someone else." That was to say he wasn't as worried as Xichen seemed to be—and there's a hint of a question in his tone. He's still confused, but he's nothing if not resilient.