That invitation is enough for Xunxian to practically drape himself around Moran's back, to be the warmth where the fire can't cover.

Feeling Moran's heartbeat against his chest, that is the most that he needs, anyway.

After a moment, he moves to try to help tie up the ribbon beneath Moran's hair, then busies with his own, too, before the words make him stiffen.

"It - You will have one again."

His voice sounds more sober than even moments ago. The words really are - bracing. And the reminder that he has nothing of his own, either.

"I'll get us a new pair."

He is not sure if they are in zodiac land anymore, but that doesn't matter, does it?