It warms his heart to see how well his words work to soothe whatever worries might have been lingering with his son. He'd seen how he'd reacted to the mention of the cold springs and it was such a stupid thing to worry about. His uncle was being a fool and should never have treated his sweet Little Rabbit so roughly. He wishes he'd been there for all of Yuan's fearful or sad moments so he could wipe away the tears and hold him. It breaks his heart that he wasn't, but he could try and make up for some of it now.

His smile grows and he drops his gaze with a slight bashfulness at the name. Was the Chief Cultivator allowed to feel giddy? He isn't used to having such strong feelings around anyone other than his husband (obviously, not the same kind of feelings). Who knew there would be two people in this world who could bring out this side of him?

"You're welcome, érzi."

Unfortunately, it isn't too long before they have to return to Lan Zhan's room. It's forbidden to be out walking around at night, after all. He offers his bed to Yuan but a small cot has been brought in and set along the wall adjacent to his desk where he plays his qin. Whichever Yuan feels most comfortable, especially given it's clear the older of the two is following the strict bedtime. (Though he does give Yuan a few books and leaves his qin out in case he doesn't want to sleep right away).