[Once sufficiently dry and seeing that Xue Yang is as well, Xiao Xingchen takes the robe and pulls it around himself, tucking it in around his chest.
He turns to the door to head to the room.]
... The festival robes will trouble you the least, I suppose.
[As he says this, however, the towel loosens and nearly falls off before be catches it.
Hopefully it's not as bad with that fabric. He at least guesses those clothes at least don't rely too much on the form of the individual... though he had only passed through rather than stayed to pay much attention to everything.]
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He turns to the door to head to the room.]
... The festival robes will trouble you the least, I suppose.
[As he says this, however, the towel loosens and nearly falls off before be catches it.
Hopefully it's not as bad with that fabric. He at least guesses those clothes at least don't rely too much on the form of the individual... though he had only passed through rather than stayed to pay much attention to everything.]