[Ain isn't wrong, but Xingqiu looks at him as if to question that assessment anyway. His straits aren't any more dire than the tall stranger's, and it seems they were both in the same boat.

Unless the issue is that one is very clearly dressed more appropriately for the weather than the other. Xingqiu looks down at his bare legs as he sits down, bringing his knees chest once he's seated near to the fire. Maybe Ain is right. The heavy coat lands on him before he can say as much, and he's torn between pulling it on and insisting Ain keep it.]

I didn't choose. It chose me--a gift from the gods as they say.] [If he's going to keep the coat then he might as well huddle a bit closer to its owner to share the warmth.] It suits me though, so I've never given thought to anything else. Although, it would be nice to fly. [He offers a smile, then looks onward to the fire with a more serious expression until he remembers they're in the middle of a conversation.] And you? Did you choose the wind?