The close contact to the other allows the qi to flow better than it would, without touch. There is no pushback Wei Wuxian suffers, so long as he keeps it concentrated to the statue; any that wanders out into the air may firm, like forces pushing back where they come out.

No extra energy than what Wei Wuxian offers is seeked, and when there has been some small amount granted - about ten or twenty seconds, depending on how much is transferred at once - there is a push, a wall that's put up to end any more being granted.

The chest glows as the horns had, and from the small flowers with a vanilla-esque scent to them around the statue, the smell wafts upward, intentionally (what unintentional effects that has, is for unknown forces to decide).

All sensations withdraw from Wei Wuxian - the energy, the reaching out - as if a person drawing back. Wei Wuxian may think to draw back his fist, but whether he does or not, light colouring shows at the chest: two colours, energy, one that Wei Wuxian may be able to sense - or touch his fingers against the surface and know - is his; the other, possibly the statues, which is more prickly to feel.

They move against each other, bumping, perhaps attempting to meld. Either way, a process is happening here.