Upon feeling the drain, Wangji will step forward again. He is now convinced that unless there is a very clever amount of trickery involved, this being means no harm.
The flowers are pretty and he admires them even as he follows the trail with his eyes until it peters out.

Upon seeing how they slow, he raises a hand and places it gently on the statue.
"If I share my energy, will that help?" He still has a headache, but any guide is better than none. If the statue wordlessly agrees he will try to gently tip his energy into it at a steady pace, and watch what happens.