Medicinal almost, really. Lan Clan is known for their ascetic lifestyle, after all, and the cuisine isn't any different. While Merlin busies himself with eating, Sizhui moves gracefully about the room, straightening up any misplaced things, spreading the healing items out on the nearby low table and moving to light a stick of incense before his attention is back on his guest. Fortunately, his appetite isn't lacking, which is a huge relief.

He nods understandingly, figuring it the best response since they can't understand one another otherwise. Seriously, at some point, he'll need to figure something out so they won't have to fumble with a language barrier.

Watching Merlin cup his hands together isn't too worrisome at first, but once his eyes start glowing, Sizhui's posture tightens, blatantly uneasy at the idea he might've put his sect (and himself) in danger. He opens his mouth, readying to start pleading for Merlin to not harm them, regardless of their not being able to understand each other.

Right before the panic really starts setting in, Merlin's hands open again and— “Oh!” he exclaims emphatically, eyes wide and mouth hanging open with astonishment as the pretty butterflies begin flittering around the room, reminiscent of Jin's golden butterflies or Wei-qianbei's talismans. “How wonderful...”