Wei Wuxian lifts Hector's head just long enough to slip the narrow cot pillow beneath it. "Oh, can we - " he calls to a passing healer with a bowl of water and fresh cloths in hands, smiling at her beautifically until she relents and gives him the tray.

"Uncle, you are a mess," he says, cleaning his own hands first before seizing Hector's. At least bones are easier to clean than skin!