"No, I--" he starts, but then hears that Wei Ying is hurt and misunderstands. Perhaps he has a harder head than he thought. He sits up and leans over Wei Ying to inspect, brushing his hair behind his ear to get a better look as he casts a shadow over Wei Ying.

"It's fine," he says. Nothing lasting. Won't even leave an indent or a bruise. His face softens from how alert it just was, and he looks down at Wei Ying from where he is.

Because of his hand injury, he has to be propped up on his elbow, so they are a fair bit closer than they would normally be. "Did you sleep well?" he asks, hoping that he's now fully awake and feeling better. There's unfinished food on the table, and there is a large bathtub with the warmest, fluffiest towels.