Huaisang's friendly and inoffensive smile only brightens at the urgency in Daylight's voice, and he gladly shows his friend inside, as though this is only the most pleasant of social calls. It isn't until they're safely inside that his cheery veneer turns to concern. "Daylight? What's going on?"

His fingers itch with worry, wanting to reach out and touch in order to soothe either Daylight or himself, and he has to chew on his lower lip to keep himself from offering tea or alcohol. Those offers can happen later. Daylight seems urgent and worried and Huaisang doesn't want to hold him up if he needs to leave in a hurry.