Wei Wuxian's answer doesn't come exactly in the way instructed; there's a warmth given to both hands, light, and then - he will feel another type of sensation. One of an energy in his mind, over a mental link. Led in at their hands, but an energy trying not to mingle, and energy attempting to imitate his own.

It's not too comfortable, and it's exhausted around the edges. But through emotion, the statue can speak. Feelings - fortunately, feelings are easy to translate.

Experiment. Complicated. Time. But there too lingers a worry, a concern, and the discomfort finds place to grow when, so does emotion. Worry. Home.

The islands, everything - this is what home means.

The colour red isn't visual, but Wei's mind may feel in the pieces. The sound of flapping wings. A pain. Disagreeable energies seeping in where they shouldn't. Filling up one's body, clouding the mind.

The experiences are shared, but only the knowledge; there's no pain forced here, only the unfortunate discomfort that still comes with the link. One that presses more as the concentration taken to imitate Wei Wuxian's energy wanes.

A few seconds of exhaustion, a pause of someone who wants to continue to speak, but draws back on the link.