[it is a comfort, especially from someone he hasn't seen in a long time, and sizhui's lips curve faintly in another soft smile. he doesn't say it but his eyes convey: thank you. it's also a relief to hear that he still looks like himself if not nearly as boyish, which is completely fine with him, considering he always thought he looked a little baby-faced.]

I'm glad to hear that, then.

[and it's reassuring in some ways, to know that he hasn't changed much, even though he's been traveling these different worlds for so long now. yes, he is a little upset at having lost so much precious time with his family, but he can still look back on the time he spent on noctium and be happy with the fact he got to see some of them (and meet new family) before they were all taken away with him eventually disappearing too.

but it is, however, one-hundred-percent true that he will be different when he ultimately does go home.

sizhui's almost beaming at the look on wei wuxian's face, his own eyes bright and wide while he reaches with his other hand to pluck the flower off the vines and twirl the stem between his thumb and forefinger.] I do like them. I'm also able to create earthquakes, although I haven't tried, and I have superhuman strength. [like, ‘benchpress a small house’ kind of superstrength.]