[helping someone who isn't a cultivator takes more time and energy, which'll be worth it in the end if the process eases any pain dick has. whatever little bit of his wound hasn't healed will at least recover somewhat faster too and it won't ache nearly as bad.]

Yes, I have magical abilities. [to put it simply, anyway. explaining cultivation is harder than he'd like to admit sometimes, so calling it ‘magic’ and leaving it at that usually proves to be the best idea.

jason's nudge of encouragement should've maybe had him questioning what he's about to do; it's not so much he has to put his hands on dick, but he's planning on it, especially given the physical go-ahead from his boyfriend who seems like he's doing just fine sipping away on that drink while watching all this unfold. there is the briefest moment where his and dick's call from some time ago flitters through his thoughts, has his throat tightening, makes the flush tinting his ears start moving down his neck and across his collarbone—

then dick agrees despite the uncertainty, heads toward their little daybed, so sizhui exhales and follows after. he waits patiently a respectable distance away, glancing jason's way then back, eyes immediately widening when dick lifts an arm, turns to reveal an injury that's healing, albeit slowly. whatever happened for real, sizhui's not bothering to question it right away,] Hold still, okay? [he urges while stepping closer, firm yet gentle, expression bordering on desperate.] That looks absolutely awful! How did you even—? [it doesn't matter, you shouldn't question what isn't your business.] ...wait, no, nevermind.

[he shakes his head and with the utmost care, reaches out, drifts the glowing hand over where the wound starts on dick's waist. beneath his touch, skin will start mending, bruising will fade, coupled with a warm, tingling sensation as he steadily moves upward.]