( Jingyi pauses, then moves to take that seat by Zewu-jun. )

Thank you, Zewu-jun.

( Now for this, though at first, he's not sure what to say. He settles his sword next to him, properly leaned and in reach, should there be any need to run off armed and ready for train action. )

Do you... miss specific things from home, Zewu-jun? Ones that might only make sense to you?