Lan Xichen's calming presence is sufficient to soothe anyone's fears, in Jin Guangyao's estimation, though he will admit to some bias. He gives his husband a grateful look and interprets his expression quickly, already rising to his feet and supporting Shen Yuan with a steadying arm around his waist. (How easy it is to forget, until they're all standing up, that Jin Guangyao is quite short, and which can sometimes make scenes like this a little comical.)

"Er-ge and I were playing music together," he explains as they make their way out of the courtyard and into the warmth of the parlour, "when Shen-di appeared sitting behind us on the cold ground." A brief, worried sigh as he takes in the drenched fabric clinging to Shen Yuan's arms and shoulders. "We must get you out of these wet things and into something dry and warm before you catch cold," he says with a glance Lan Xichen's way, the sort of look that communicates without words that Lan Xichen should fetch some of his own clothes for his shidi; Jin Guangyao's won't fit.

"What happened to you?" This, gently, to Shen Yuan, and he looks into his eyes with open concern.