The southern swarms. [ is all mobei-jun says, and all he figures he has to say - shang qinghua knows what his missions are, even if he doesn't accompany him on any of them. plus, he likely knows about the summer swarms, the saw-like edges of their claws and beaks, the way their wings look like fire and could leave a weaker demon burned to a crisp. it always surprises him how much shang qinghua knows about the world so it feels like explaining this too would be more of an insult than helpful. he can respect that.
it does not pass his notice that shang qinghua's sword is reduced to a mere crutch - he would shake his head at it, but at this point mobei-jun is used to the strange way shang qinghua of using powerful weaponry and tools as mere trinkets.
seeing that he has the salve though, mobei-jun shifts so his naked injured side is toward him, tipping forward slightly so qinghua can reach without putting any more pressure on his leg or have to reach. ]
and his shirt, open?
it does not pass his notice that shang qinghua's sword is reduced to a mere crutch - he would shake his head at it, but at this point mobei-jun is used to the strange way shang qinghua of using powerful weaponry and tools as mere trinkets.
seeing that he has the salve though, mobei-jun shifts so his naked injured side is toward him, tipping forward slightly so qinghua can reach without putting any more pressure on his leg or have to reach. ]