Sizhui isn't surprised when A-Qing runs face-first into him, all concerned words and grabbing hands which he allows initially, but after he's gotten a quick once-over, he doesn't hesitate to toss both arms around his sister and lift the girl right off her feet in an embrace. “I'm so glad you're okay,” he sighs. “I was worried that you...might have...” Wait, no, don't finish that sentence.

Thank goodness, in this position, she can't really see his expression so he can steel himself before carefully setting A-Qing most of the way back down; she's probably still on her tiptoes. He does not, however, let her go all the way, both hands settling on her shoulders. For a brief moment, his gaze downcasts to Xixue, the faintest smile of relief quirking his lips at seeing the fox's well-being then he looks up again. “Are you okay, though? Is there anything you need?”

Is this too much? Probably, but there's such a rush of overwhelming emotions, it might actually be good for him to focus on something. Anything that's not wondering what happened during this mission.