[This is a lot. His hands hover indecisively at his sides, pretty plainly torn between wanting to help and wanting to better understand what they're dealing with. Better sense says he's more likely to accomplish the former if he can do a little more of the latter, first. But sitting on his hands in front of a dying man doesn't sit right with him, either.

Still, he listens, at least for now. Looks ruefully up at the rapidly-ruined Fae settlement around them and frowns, then shakes his head. Drops his gaze back down to meet Jin Guangyao's eyes (and find them a funny mirror of his own. Gold, with slit pupils. Funny how that works out.)]

I'm gonna level with you, I don't think I'm in much of a position to be answering that question.

[He couldn't tell you what belongs here or not if he tried. The Fae? He can make a guess that they're local, given their ostentatious presentation and their claims of mastery. Everything else? Not...really his area of expertise. But he very quickly clocks the painful stillness, the creeping blackness gaining ground at the tip of Jin Guangyao's tail, the currently quite-deserted forest around them, and he brushes on past it with a renewed sense of urgency. Like his new friend, here, he's doing the math. Not enough time to go looking for help. Especially if he doesn't know who he's looking for.

Instead, he backs up. One more question, real quick.]

You say it needs to be purified. Like a poison?