Eventually, Huaisang awakens, rubbing his eyes and oblivious to anything he'd said in his sleep. Or the fact that he's been talking in his sleep, at all. The members of his sect know better than to ask questions and even if they didn't, no one else has ever been in a position to know.

As he blinks away sleep, he peers blearily at Jiang Cheng.

"You didn't have to stay. Did you get any sleep at all?"

Even if it's crucial that he distance himself now, Huaisang can't help but fuss over him a little. Years of habit aren't so easily broken, it seems.