Surely winter must come. It is the way of the world that the seasons take their turns, is it not?

[Oh, now this is interesting. Xingchen isn't sure if his companion is being literal in her self-identification or more metaphorical, but all the same he intends to show her respect.]

Indeed that is true. And how lucky I must be to stand in the presence of one so esteemed.

[Xingchen sweeps his arms out and brings his hands together, bowing toward this dragon.]