The force of Xuan's stare pins Jin Guangyao in place as effectively as a snare, and for a fraught moment all he is capable of is staring straight back at him, as if to look away for a moment would provoke an attack. (The bottom nearly drops out from beneath his own heart in his ribcage, his pulse hammering in his throat and sending the sound of blood rushing at his ears, this man is dangerous--)

Then Xuan doubles over again, hand flying to his mouth in a futile effort to stave off the inevitable, and the spell is broken. Jin Guangyao finds himself taking an involuntary step forward against all good sense, though he does not reach out to initiate any sort of physical contact. His self-preservation instinct remains firmly intact.

"Gongzi," he tries again, "please permit this one to accompany you to the Lumenarium. It is a hospital. Perhaps there, the healers will be able to help you." He lowers his gaze towards whatever organ has most recently been deposited upon the ground; thankfully, his constitution is made of stronger stuff courtesy of the years spent in proximity to Xue Yang's particular recreational activities. Should... should they pick those up, should they bring them along to the hospital?