He smiles, nudging a cup toward Lan Zhan when he enters the area. A bit more colour is seeping back in; he can see his skin gaining an odd golden cast, but it's no stranger than the way colour is reacting to people now. Emotions, he can guess. Emotions, and it's why seeing Lan Zhan, he sees him starkly as living, vibrant blues. Darker in degrees than they should be, given Lan Zhan's general light blues.

"Lan Zhan, drink, drink! It's tea, no matter what colour it might take on right now. Still tastes right!"

Right being relative, but also good in his opinion.