His gaze flickers to the black lines that seem to spread across the neck and face of his favorite cousin. Well, one of his favorites. Sizhui squeezes his hands within his own, hoping that, while he is not the cousin he may have left behind, Sizhui could bring him some sort of grounding presence. It tells him all he needs to know about the fate of his family in the man's world.

Sizhui carefully sits down on the bed next to him and cuddles up next to him, hugging his arm like he had when he had a nightmare as a child.