[ Zhou Zishu is of a drier humour than Wen Kexing, for sure, the differences between the two have Xichen mildly fascinated. Pushing those thoughts aside for now, he lays a palm on him too and closes his eyes as qi stirs and sinks into the other man, faint blue shimmering around his hands where it makes contact. The usual routes for qi are there, though the destruction of those meridians feels like corroded scars where Xichen passes over them. His qi is gentle and refreshing as it glides along the ruined pathways, infusing a very small amount of healing energy into them to avoid causing harm by an overload: Xichen's qi itself is as steady and deep as a mountain, a reliable source of relief if Zhou Zishu wants more.
His lashes flutter on his cheeks, all but meditating. ]
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His lashes flutter on his cheeks, all but meditating. ]
Does this hurt? How do you feel?