Rather than responding verbally, he nods in affirmation and raises a hand, acting like he's going to reach out and physically offer Jin Guangyao comfort, but he second-guesses at the last moment, letting the hand fall against his side instead. The more they linger, the worse it'll feel, so it's probably best they leave it at that.

“Many of us have, I think.” And that's all he'll say for now, attention averting to the blanket as he does what he's been told; he folds it in half, loops it around his waist twice, secures the ends in the tightest knot he can manage on his hip then withdraws. Mercifully, it stays in place, making Sizhui sigh with relief, the remaining bit of fabric falling just around his ankles.

The older cultivator's emergency sheet clothes seem to work fine too, something that makes him relax further. He would've felt bad making Jin Guangyao run around without anything covering his bottom half— wait, no, he wouldn't have let him leave if that were the case. Lan Sizhui would take it upon himself to go clothes hunting and bring things back for them, in that case, as it'd be the fair thing to do. Watching him braid his hair isn't strange, but seeing him use a condom of all items for the bun... a bit more questionable, even if he makes a good point.

“No, that's a brilliant idea, really. But I could have given you something else for your hair if you needed it.”