Having someone hold him like this is completely new to Sizhui and although he's a bit distracted at first, once he realizes there are hands on his waist, keeping him steady throughout his little touch-fest, the tips of his ears immediately flare with embarrassment. Suddenly more self-conscious than before, his hand moves along the wing again then lowers to Zhuque's shoulder, the other one joining on the opposite side afterward.

“You're welcome,” a moment's hesitation so he can swallow and, “Is... is this okay?” which is coupled with the briefest nudge of Sizhui's nose against the guardian's forehead. Because if he'd let himself linger any longer, he might've done something untoward.