It is not that Xichen's eyes are not sad now - the grief of having had a hand in killing both his sworn brothers, failing his born brother, and failing his older sworn brother's little brother, too... and living, in the end, undeserving but not even strong enough to change that. That won't clear from his eyes, or his soul, anytime soon. It's only covered by bewilderment - and by love that not even the truth can erase.

They go. Xichen isn't sure how far, but in the end they wind up probably in a private booth somewhere warm with food. Xichen has little want for it, nor has he, but the younger man has lost a lot of blood. He needs sustenance.

At least the walk has given Xichen a little time for composure. He places his hands in his lap, but then blinks.

"... let me know if you will need any assistance."

One can do much, without a limb. And Jin Guangyao has always had pride, back when it was bright and pure, and later when he had authority to lean it upon. But Xichen still would help, if help is wanted.