[He didn't pay the room's décor much mind; his thoughts had been entirely his injured friend. But now that he had a chance to look around, it was hard not to see how Nie Huaisang had gravitated to the area. The room is opulent in ways that suit the other man's tastes perfectly, and Lan Xichen is surprised he hasn't come back in to flitter about and pass his criticisms upon the various decorative trinkets. Lan Xichen thought it might lighten things some.

He checks Jin Guangyao's vitals as he drip feeds his qi into his friend; a slow process so as not to send him into shock. And these days, Lan Xichen's energy has been... chillier. He's not sure why.]

There is no need for any apology. You saved Huaisang's life. I'm sure he's...

[There is a pained flicker behind Lan Xichen's eyes, gone almost as soon as it's there.]

...grateful. And it doesn't seem like you'll face any permanent damage.