He does not, does not, let himself dwell on the feeling of Wei Ying at his side, the warm weight of his body against him, secure and protected in the circle of his arm, no matter how much he wants to.

He is assisting a friend. That is all this is, all it can be.

Carefully, he helps Wei Ying to sit down on the bed.

"Rest," he says again. "Sleep. You will feel better in the morning."