Shen Qingqiu, for his part, attempts to be less open, though mostly all that ends up doing is turning his mind into a muffled ongoing muttering of anything passing through. Light, for Blue, though it's without attached remarkability: he doesn't find much heavy unless his poison's acting up, and then he's struggling to survive. Out to go with Blue's suggestion, and a feeling before then, and he nods, leaving the "orb" where it is now, behind him on the real (but less nice looking) stool.

"We carry on." So of course they do, though he pauses, making sure to match gait to Blue without commenting on it. If Blue's this tired, as someone who empathises with a body in rebellion, or exhaustion as a whole, he's not going to let the other man collapse.

It means short work to the door, then out again; and truly, accompaniment to wherever Blue is going if he wants it, or polite farewells otherwise. He's of no mind to inflict himself unnecessarily on others, and he can take time to go have a less immediately not dealing moment to process the mental-shriek of psychic? Psychic! Before promptly deciding he can do jack shit except learn to be less mentally loud. Somehow.