[ Baizhu bears the humiliation in silence, trying to look appropriately dejected as Midnight plays it up for their audience, even if he silently promises to get him back for that squeeze to his ass later on. ]

You…

[ He finally lets out a relieved sigh once they’re behind closed doors, Baizhu setting his Vision aside on the edge of the bathtub, the muddy bauble aglow but otherwise undamaged.

Then he gazes back at someone even more precious than a gift from the gods—a mortal life. A friend, living, breathing. In the flesh.

He reaches out to brush tentative fingers across Midnight’s cheek, still looking quite bewildered after all of that. ]

I’m fine, thank you. If anything, I’d like to know how you are, considering what’s happened…

[ The statues, and all. But then he heaves a sigh. ]

Though it appears that you’re as vigorous as ever.