Initially, Sizhui's assuming the familiar voice is addressing him, but as he turns to look and sees Wen Ning talking to one of the mops gliding its way across the floor, he can't help smiling faintly at the sight. Of course his uncle would be kind to an inanimate object, that just seems proper for him, and to be fair, the item does seem like it's politely going about its business after the pardon.

As he's readying to greet him, he comes up short whenever the rags try taking whatever book it is Wen Ning's reading. Following a brief head-shake, Sizhui moves forward, reaches out, catches the cloths by their corners and draws them away to a nearby window, hoping it'll be enough to keep their focus so the other cultivator can continue reading.

“Move quickly, before they decide they're still interested in what you have.” Then he gestures down the corridor with a brisk turn of his chin, already planning to follow once he's sure they won't be pursued.