Normally, Sizhui wouldn't allow a stranger to get so close right away, but he lets his hand be taken, lips pinched with uncomfortableness. When the cut begins to burn worse, his eyes wince shut, tears pricking the corner of his eyes at the sensation. Come now, you've had worse! But after he opens his eyes and realizes the wound has healed, all the lingering ache fades quicker than he could've imagined, leaving him gawking at the stranger before him.

The suddenly sworn allegiance to him doesn't help his staring, either. “What? No, you're—” he hesitates mid-fumble, shakes his head, reaches to take hold of the man's shoulders and gingerly pushes him upright. “How is that possible? I— I don't... even know who you are.”