[he'll shake his head... his voice is still low, eyes closed. he's going to cling to this sense memory, to the softness of the cloth and the slosh of the water and the sting of chili in his nose from the kitchen.]

I think not.

[he wants to know the answers to a million questions, find out what abilities Wei Wuxian has back, hear more about his life in this strange new place, but he doesn't think he's permitted to ask. he sticks with one.]

Your leg?