[ Tea. Yes. Wuxian steps in with a small little bow, and will at least try to sit calmly. But his fingers will tap on a bent knee and he'll chew on his bottom lip.

The question has him smile with an absent little shake of his head. ]

I'm fine, Zewu-Jun. It's just...

I saw the whip scars on Lan Zhan's back. And the brand on his chest. He won't talk about them...What happened?