[They're...they're gong to cut open the walls? If these can be called walls. The idea sends a shudder through Xingchen. Not because the idea is scary, necessarily, but they don't know what lies behind. It could be anything, any manner of horrible and dangerous.

Still, he takes a breath and approaches Zhou Fei first, smearing a fingertip into the blood on his opened palm.]

Hold still. I don't see like I used to.

[Now isn't the time for a joke, and not one such as that, but it still settles him a little more. He draws on her sleeve with the same focus he gave his own clothing, then offers the same service to the others, should they accept.

Once that's done, he thinks of what else he can do. If they're going to open the walls, regardless of not knowing what is behind them, then they need to be prepared to hold anything back.]

Is there any place on the floor that is unobstructed? I will draw protection there, as well.

[And to make sure it doesn't lose any effectiveness, he needs to not let it cross into any of that old blood...or other unknowable stains.]

Be careful. If anything gets to be too much for you, come back out. Your lives are more important.