That entire interaction eased him. From the hand to Vegas finally expressing gratitude, he smiled easily, watching her lead the way. From there, he motioned Pete to get a move on and took up the rear. He wasn't expecting any trouble in terms of fighting but if Wen Qing couldn't disperse any questioning person, he would push the pair right through and out the door.

The walk home was more relaxed on his part, mostly because he knew they were safe here and he could let his mind wander. Of course, Wen Qing would have a fully stocked medicine pantry, but he was sure she would run low sooner than later without knowing the extent of the man's injuries. It was one thing to say he had been punctured but by a bullet? What was that? Was it a spear, did it have a serrated edge like some of the sabers he'd seen in Qinghe? Was it more like a bolt?

As they travel closer to Wen Qing's home, he remembers something and chuckles behind him. "Looks like you have a new chair-cart, A-Qing!" Not only did they steal a patient, but they stole a wheelchair! Wuxian was not going to believe it. His jovial mood fades a bit when he sees a man pacing by the door of Wen Qing's home. That must be that Kinn guy, who stopped pacing when he saw them coming. He sees the man grin and wave at them.