Jin Ling would've apologized once the other two were gone. He hates to treat his friend poorly, especially after how supportive he'd been with his condition. He just.. he didn't know how else to save face. Of course, that was now far from his mind as he is faced with Jingyi picking the worst moment to get defensive- and worst retort.

Ling's focus shifts to Yuan the moment he looks distraught. Oh no! No! That's not at all what he wanted! He has to stop him before.. no! He's threatening to leave!

"Yuan-!" He gasps, a bit too quietly. It's painful, but he scrambles to his feet. It isn't nearly as swift or as smooth as the motion should be, but all Jin Ling sees is the back of white robes and dark hair leaving him again. He tries to take a step forward, but one of his legs buckle. Cursing, he tries to grab for his cane, but it's still leaning against the table where he left it.

The 'great' Jin Ling, after all his effort today, lands on his hands and knees ungracefully in front of his friends.

Jingyi stares, realizing now just how unfair his comment had been. He feels a wave of guilt, but he's also feeling even worse about making Yuan so uncomfortable. He puts his hand over his mouth and watches in disbelief.