Ah? [though this isn't much of a reaction, the way sizhui's gaze sweeps over inigo like he's checking him for obvious injuries says far more than he lets on. from what he can tell, his friend seems alright, but now he has to wonder if there was a moment where he might've needed help and he wasn't there.

lan sizhui relaxes following inigo's laugh, his own lips quirked at the edges with relief at the fact he doesn't seem all that bothered by fighting. (which is good, considering they do a lot of it!)]

I'm glad if you are, [he encourages, placing the scallion onto the board for inigo to cut next then locating a smaller knife to use for chopping up the garlic and ginger.] Ordinarily, I would be out fighting as much as possible, but this mission was more about helping people. [sheepishly, his head dips, cheeks coloring faintly at the remark.] Thank you though, Inigo, that's kind of you to say.