Having managed his nose bop, and feeling obscurely like he's seeing a giant, human-shaped rabbit in the form of Lan Zhan, he smiles and settles himself in more at the request, whatever its framework, than the rest. He doesn't address the thinness of the pretext, benefitting from it himself, as long as he allows it.

"As long as we like," he says, agreeing with a nod, and curbing his thoughts that keep trying to turn toward worries and plans for the salt mines and the faces they have yet to see here&mdsah;what if. Wondering at possibilities didn't solve them, and practicalities would be the only responses viable, if they found any familiar among the dead.

They wouldn't. He believes that so firmly he'd swear by it, but he also won't fail to go searching. Not again.

He stares down at the bowl of dirty water, and the rags therein, before lifting his gaze to Lan Zhan where he sits, lap to abdomen to face, concerned. Also feeling his new bruises with a sort of amused nod, ignoring them and the gentled pounding at the back of his head.

"Have you tried using this thing?" He asks after a pause, pulling a crystal out of his waistband and holding it up for Lan Zhan to examine at his leisure, if he wished to at all.