Kindness. That's what he sees in that lack of judgement. In this man, someone believed so evil and wicked. He smiles, growing more certain of himself and his task when it concerns Xue Yang by the day.

The smile fades as he listens, and nods in understanding. Only to frown, noting that glance down. It reminds him of another promise he'd made, to make a better glove for that poor mangled hand.

Feeling how the other responds to the massage has him pause just to give those shoulders a longer one. But his hands shake when he giggles at the snickered question. "Maybe that makes him even better a healer! Anything that might think of lingering would run away!"

As for why he'd left...his mirth fades, though settles more to a soft expression. "To try and do good. To help out in the world. It's not fair that there is so much misery, so if I can bring even a little bit of the peace of my master's mountain, then I will be content."