( Time spent near constant starvation, underfed and overworked, wasting away for various reasons and not fighting by sword any longer when it was a weakness and not a strength... he sees differences, too, in this not mirror'd doppelganger as he approaches, and Wei Wuxian steps forward as well, allowing curiosity into his gaze.

He returns the nod with his own, and an easy, small smile. )

I'm going to assume neither one of us presently has any capacity for personal illusions, and that we're not caught in some kind of array for the time being. Startled seems reasonable when running into a double of your own handsome face.

( An uneven quirk of his lips in a quick sort of grin; not sounding particularly concerned over the fact he just called himself and this stranger handsome in what would be backhanded if it sounded particularly sincere and less amused while likewise curious. He lifts both hands, fingers pressed to the back of fingers, arms a circle. Is this familiar? He suspects yes, given robes, the familiarity of garb done more richly, more like what he himself never quite wore, and never quite would. )

Wei Ying, courtesy name Wuxian.