[ The answer comes and the first thing Wei Wuxian thinks is — Sizhui must be terribly homesick. His heart hurts for the boy for a moment and as he sees his shoulders slacken, he'll reach up to squeeze one lightly in what he hopes is a gentle comfort. ]

You do, but you still look like yourself, you know? Just a little less boyish, for certain.

[ He's not sure if that's reassuring or not though, doesn't know if Sizhui wants to have lost his precious teenage years hopping from world to world instead of growing up with his peers. That's a terrible, terrible burden to carry. He'll be different when he comes back home and it won't be something he can hide.

At the display of Sizhui's new powers, Wei Wuxian's eyes widen slightly and he looks impressed. It's simple magic but being able to organically produce something like a flower is still impressive. He smiles. ]

That suits you. Do you like the powers?