He meets Lan Xichen's eyes across Shen Yuan's shoulders and answers his thankful expression with one of patient understanding. Then, while helping Shen Yuan back to the low couch, Jin Guangyao assures him gently, "Shen-di has said nothing that requires an apology. This one is not offended by his words."

He settles down onto Shen Yuan's other side and, after flicking out his sleeves, reaches to take his other hand. Lan Xichen isn't the only one who notices the parallels in what they are doing here, if his brief, knowing glance towards his elder sworn brother is any indication. There's even the barest curve of a smile at the corners of his mouth, and he reaches for some polite levity while placing his fingertips against Shen Yuan's qi point at his wrist. The energy that he siphons from his own meridians and allows to pour across Shen Yuan's lands like the first touch of warm sunlight on a particularly brisk, golden autumn day.

"Er-ge must take care not to get himself into any trouble next month," he tells him with an admonishingly raised eyebrow--you know, affectionately. "Otherwise we will have to ask Huaisang to help with the qi transfer." Heaven forbid. He shifts his eyes to Shen Yuan's and adds, "Shidi will have to help me keep an eye on you."