Good, good. [ well, there's that. it's not like shang qinghua expected much else, but mobei jun is not as immune to anything and everything as his son is, and he can only imagine how unpleasant it must have been. he flatters easily, praise effusive. ] I couldn't imagine anything else, my King's strength is so impressive.

[ all the while, his hands move gentle across the plane of his chest. it's not unfamiliar territory (like hell it is), and most of the wounds are surface level, so the care of them is coming across easy. once he's tested his limit to prodding at the edges, he stops, and instead focuses on the good responses, dipping into the salve until it's nearly gone. besides, the glare mostly bounces off of him, because mobei jun looks...kinda pathetic, right now? like, in a kingly way. he's has a feeling this might turn out to be a bit of a kingly sulk. poor guy must be sweaty. now he knows how shang qinghua feels when he's freezing, he guesses. ]

I finished up your paperwork from yesterday while you were gone, and attended to a few other matters in the castle. My king will be able to rest and relax in peace for a while, and this one will tend to any other small matters that might spring up. [ the king can rest and relax....in his bed, but he seriously doubts mobei jun will be anywhere near okay with moving anytime soon. bedhog. ]