His hand on Zhuque's arm pulls away, settles back into his lap, the other joining it so he can anxiously twiddle his fingers together. Yes, he knows, ‘gave his flesh and blood—’ Sizhui feels continuously worse the more they linger on it, agh...!

“Perhaps, and Jingyi's gift was sweet but,” a moment's hesitation then he inhales and proceeds with, “I'm sure there are more important people that need you, Zhuque.”