[the kitchens are a safe place to get away from most of the holiday buzz, even if they remain decorated and bustling with people. winter is a difficult time and as what would be the harshest days draw closer, xichen cannot help but feel melancholy even as most of the crew seems filled with cheer.

still, he's not about to let his own sadness seep outward into those around him. even if his energies are drained from the last mission and keeping up his usual smile is more tiring.

hey, maybe he'll sleep regularly again.

he's making a warm cup of tea when a stranger speaks to him and he glances up, schooling his face from tired to a gentle smile.] Hm? Ah, yes. Christmas, I believe. [he offers a wry smile.] I am unfamiliar, I am afraid, but it seems.. to involve oddly decorated and bright sweaters, food, a tree, spending time together and quite a bit of alcohol. [amongst other things. but really he's assessed that the sweaters are important.]