Xichen shouldn't move closer, knows he's exasturbating the issue but he cannot help the concern. The other man is in pain and Xichen is the cause.

Yet he remains close, the hand that was on Wanyin's shoulder reaches out and he brushes the back of his hand against the other man's cheek. He's warm, burning even. "Wan---" he stops himself, gasps and shakes his head. If it's not from the temple earlier, he is not sure what it could be.

Yet, if it is something simialr-- he cannot hold back what he knows. "You are growing more feverish. We will find the cause later, I will leave you... though I fear that if my saying your name is causing this pain then it will not abate the issue."