"Of course you were," he says, though he's gruffly fond about it, and he tries to steer Xichen around the worst of the puddles. One of the corners of the room is positively soaked, but the bed's dry, so that's where he directs Xichen. "They're shit buildings. You would think with as helpful as those metal things are, the buildings would leak less." He indicates the mattress. If they pull their feet up, the growing floor puddles won't catch them. "Here. Sit on the bed."