Yuan's eyes widen a little, reaching out his fingers hesitantly to gently trace over the wound as he listens to the story. It makes him feel a little sick, knowing just how precarious it was - even when his baba was making the talisman, he didn't really let on exactly how urgent it had been.

"You'll find another way. If anyone can, it's you." He says softly, looking up to Jin Ling's face and moving his hand to cup his cheek instead. "You're strong, A-Ling, strong and determined and smart, and a good leader. You are far, far more than your ability to fight."

He leans in to give him a soft kiss before smiling slightly.

"After all, I've barely seen you fight and I love you."