"Well aren't you an impressive looking one," Wei Wuxian says, one of those who've wandered by this statue with its horns and the niggling feeling of it. His brow furrows, and he smiles, because better to greet things with a smile until he learns he's facing something that takes bearing teeth as a sign of outright aggression.

What he does do is, well, bow to the statue, in the way that is common for himself and his people. Fisted hand placed into the centre of his palm, and a bow of his head to the crouched stone. Is it the source of the energy? It's one likelihood, and politeness has yet to land him in worse situations than brazen overtures.

"Hope you don't mind, but, nice to meet you. I'm Wei Wuxian," and if he's talking to a statue, this is not the worst mental health day he's had in the past. He settles his hands over the open stone palms, crouched down similarly to the figure.