"Sleepy," he explains, mashing the herbs he is to smear on the wound prior to closing. There had been a long explanation from Wen Qing about the lack of core making them prone to infection that he's not entirely certain if Wei Ying digested or not when she'd given them both an explanation of what to carry. As frightening as Wen Qing is, Wei Ying still seems prone to irritate her.

He is about to apply the salve when he looks back up at Wei Ying's pained, pale face and stops, realizing what he is doing, how brusque he has been. He forces his face to soften and presses a kiss to Wei Ying's damp forehead, even as his hand presses down on the wound.

"Will apply a salve to prevent infection and then stitch," he explains, eyeing the spot just below a still far too fresh wound from the last battle. "Like last time, but must do front and back. Need Wei Ying to roll to his good side. I will help."