Those two words bring everything into focus and she suddenly understands exactly what she's been feeling. Only she knows what she's feeling can't possibly compare to what Wuxian's siblings must be enduring- and that of his husband!

"Please, come in," she steps back and gently takes the tray of tea from him. "Sit on the cushions, not the bed." She hasn't had a chance to clean it and it was terribly wrong to let Cheng sit anywhere tainted with blood.

"I'll be alright. I'm already better than when I woke. What do you need, A-Cheng? You must be feeling worse than I am."