[It takes Mingjue a long moment to process that 'what's wrong' isn't necessarily something he's going to be able to hit with a saber. The moment of frozen surprise now past, he props Baxia on his shoulder and he loses his battle-ready tension. He's still alert, though, and the fact that Huaisang looks ready to cry makes his first question:]
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Are you okay? [Followed swiftly by:] Why?