A relieved sigh passes his lips, the slope of his shoulders relaxes and he nods understandingly in return. Once Zhuque sits, Sizhui turns toward him, unable to keep himself from looking even more concerned now. If his new guardian is worried, obviously there's still something and perhaps he isn't much help in this situation, but... it doesn't mean he won't try.

Question is: what's he troubled by? Feeling himself disappear or not knowing if the other master's friend was okay? “And yet here you are.” His attention downturns, the hand nearest Zhuque reaching out, fingertips gently settling on his forearm. “If you saw the snake die, then surely everything ought to be alright, yes?”