[ He sits up properly, then, taking a deep breath as he rests his other hand lightly on his knee, drawing both legs up under him so he can start channeling the qi Wen Kexing passes him through his veins. It's a slow, careful process, his meridians feeling as though they've been scraped raw. They're new, after all, sensitive. ]

This is fine. I'm fine, Lao Wen. Better than fine.

[ That's a bit of a lie. He won't be truly fine for a long while, but he's also better than he's been in...a long while. His voice is still thin and reedy, barely a whisper as he focuses. ]