[ he frowns at that, shooting shang qinghua a cold glare. obviously he's burning. obviously the residual effects are making it hard to heal. mobei-jun's robe is mostly off exposing wounds, wounds he'd never show anyone else but the man whose saved his life twice over because he knows he's good for a third, a fourth. that for all of his timid nature and useless rambling, he comes through when it matters most.
the salve does feel good against the wounds, helping his own demon blood ease up on the pain and help speed the healing process along. it's not going to help with the burning, but it's better than nothing. when shang qinghua prods, mobei-jun doesn't flinch, but he does glare again, not wanting to have anything undone because of prying hands. ]
Obviously. [ just because he got hurt doesn't mean he didn't win. besides, with this out of the way, it's likely lord luo will have any reason to call on him for months and he'll be left to working through his own domains for the rest of the winter. ]
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the salve does feel good against the wounds, helping his own demon blood ease up on the pain and help speed the healing process along. it's not going to help with the burning, but it's better than nothing. when shang qinghua prods, mobei-jun doesn't flinch, but he does glare again, not wanting to have anything undone because of prying hands. ]
Obviously. [ just because he got hurt doesn't mean he didn't win. besides, with this out of the way, it's likely lord luo will have any reason to call on him for months and he'll be left to working through his own domains for the rest of the winter. ]