It’s pretty normal to give massages as a gesture of friendship. Especially when training within the sect can be long and brutal that muscle soreness and cramps from long, strenuous hours of training and injuries is quite common.

With Jin Ling curling up comfortably on his lap, Sizhui is being more gentle, minding his own arm strength as he rubs and massages his neck and shoulders to loosen up the tight knots. He evens hums a cheerful tune, a folk song from Gusu to invoke a memory from home.

“How is that? Feeling better?”