[frankly, he feels a bit embarrassed at how quickly he'd eaten them, but it makes sense he would be rather hungry after not having anything for... longer than he wants to admit. instead of thinking about it too much, sizhui opens the fruit container and chooses a piece of mango, which he promptly pops into his mouth, further emphasizing his father's point of them needing to eat.

he nods, offers a muffled mm! in response, then casts his attention to where wei wuxian pats his shoulder, his eyebrows faintly arched with surprise. being touched isn't all that astonishing, especially not by his parent, yet he can't help it, as it feels like it's been some time since his last physical contact with anybody.

after swallowing, sizhui's non-sticky hand lifts and rests on his father's arm again, gently squeezing for reassurance.]

Right, yes, we don't want that to happen either. Thank goodness, Synchrony can be obtained through platonic affection too.

[it hadn't occurred to him until this very moment that'd be a problem; with zhuque gone, he wouldn't be able to produce manna like normal, and given the loss of their other cultivator family, it also reduced their synch partners down to just each other— but they needn't be deterred by this because they do still have one another! even now, his emerald is glowing slightly, warming between his shoulderblades with their mutual contact, the enjoyment of sharing a meal together.]