Shen Wei nods, steering his brother slightly away from the natives' eyes before he removes his mask. The wound has barely clotted, and Shen Wei carefully smoothes the salve over it, for a moment at a loss for how to bandage it after. This land lacks the conveniently adhesive pads of home, and a head bandage would only draw more attention to what Ye Zun wishes to hide. He places the rest of the little pot in his brother's hands, then helps to put his mask back on.

"Best to reapply it twice a day, and bandage it when you're able," he says, shifting on his feet now that the concrete task has been completed. As ever when it comes to his brother, Shen Wei is uncertain as to what comes next. "Better?"