He wouldn't have complained, of course, he's far too polite for that, but he wildly appreciates being given the honey - it makes him think of the way his father would look after him when he was younger, and that's comforting. It also soothes the roughness in his throat. He settles back against the pillow with a soft sigh, slowly starting to feel a little more awake.

The rebuke stings worse than she knows, of course, because it's not just his leader she is talking about, it's his family. He's still a little too out of it to have quite his usual level of filter, so as well as looking appropriately chastised he also finds himself sharing more than he probably should with a stranger - a stranger who may or may not be a cultivator, and who at least knows enough about the Lan clan to know who is in charge.

(Which isn't too odd, but they're far enough away from Cloud Recesses that it's at least interesting to note when combined with other information)

"You're right..." he mumbles awkwardly "I'll probably be punished when I get home if they find out. Especially a-die, he worries so much when I get a fever..."