[ his eyes shut fully, brows furrowing, and he takes a slow breath in and then releases it even more slowly. what does he feel? ]

--Warm, I think. I'm not sure. Perhaps it's nothing at all.

[ and then Zishu opens his eyes. ]

Master Lan, my sense of touch, of sensation... It comes and goes greatly, especially now. I can barely feel anything at all. My senses aren't to be trusted.