His Zichen is with him! He is aware of the man before he enters the room and Xingchen wraps the towel tighter. The kitchen knives are sharp (for good reason) and this cut is deep. He looks up at his beloved when he is near, flustered, his hand throbbing.

"I'm sorry..." he lets himself be steadied, "I was cutting up some fruit and my hand slipped."

The healing energy is familiar to him; he goes still and lets it sink into his body.