He doesn't laugh at the statement. No. This feels extremely important - has his heart oddly starting to race in anticipation of whatever Xue Yang has to say.
His hands fold around the mangled hand as gently as the first time the other had let him touch it. More soothing energy pulses into damaged nerves, fingers rub carefully at the scars to coax them into softening, more salve is rubbed into rough skin.
Then the promise of protection. From Xue Yang. He sucks in a startled breath, blinking quickly and looks up from what he'd been doing to study this man's face with obvious wonder.
He sees the flush over pale cheeks and realizes his face feels perhaps just as hot. He drops his gaze quickly, lips helplessly curling into another shy smile as he ducks his head a little.
"Thank you, Xue Yang," he murmurs. "I...You have my protection too." Maybe he can't cultivate as he's used to here. But already he's turning what he knew into what Xiu has shown him he can do here. And they're fairly well matched in terms of swordsmanship.
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His hands fold around the mangled hand as gently as the first time the other had let him touch it. More soothing energy pulses into damaged nerves, fingers rub carefully at the scars to coax them into softening, more salve is rubbed into rough skin.
Then the promise of protection. From Xue Yang. He sucks in a startled breath, blinking quickly and looks up from what he'd been doing to study this man's face with obvious wonder.
He sees the flush over pale cheeks and realizes his face feels perhaps just as hot. He drops his gaze quickly, lips helplessly curling into another shy smile as he ducks his head a little.
"Thank you, Xue Yang," he murmurs. "I...You have my protection too." Maybe he can't cultivate as he's used to here. But already he's turning what he knew into what Xiu has shown him he can do here. And they're fairly well matched in terms of swordsmanship.