He takes a slow breath and nods, keeping Xichen's gaze. Really, it's like his eyes have hardly changed, only more of a tiger's eye gemstone golden brown than before, slit pupils currently wide in the relatively dim light of the cavern.

Can he really? It feels like he had to work so hard for just that much now, with the uncertainty of new promises only putting him back on thin ice, where he could just fall through a crack and rage against the current again.

"I'll look for you, when I wake up," he promises.