"All Wei Ying must do is concentrate on breathing and staying well," he warns, hoping it kicks in quickly. He ought to have already done this, he didn't think. He couldn't properly think and that is unacceptable. He will do better in the future.

As it is, this will hurt until it does not. He stand and then leans over, carefully threading one arm underneath Wei Ying's shoulders and the other under his knees. He stands, less easily than he would have with his core but he does so without a wobble or a noise. He will not allow Wei Ying to feel like a burden.

"Wei Ying can think about the house. How it should look on the inside for us."