[sometimes xichen forgets that that is not so normal on the ship, even though it's been months since he's called the ximilia his home.]

Not without a sword. [clarifies, looking a bit more sheepish. the touch is something he would have step aside to avoid at home, but out of social norms and expectations.

in truth, xichen is a tactile person and it isn't unwelcome.

but, in the moment, there are more important matters to focus on.] I can take you flying, if you would like. [he tilts his head, then glances upward at the tree and ceiling.] Though perhaps not in here for risk of undoing your hard work with the tree. [and flying is difficult in cramped spaces.]

The best I can do in here is make you float. [which is not the same.]