The top of his robes is pulled away and what dirt and grime has gotten into the gashes is carefully washed away with a mix of healing herbs. Same with the one on a leg - the same leg that had been broken by the Wens years before.
Wangji looks over when Huaisang comes in and offers a bow of the head in greeting, though his gaze barely leaves his lover's eyes. He hears each word left unspoken and silently bids him to have patience.
"Ambush of fierce ghouls. They have been dealt with." The wounds look worse than they are, as the removal of accumulated dirt and mud shows.
Huaisang feels a pang in his stomach seeing Wangji injured, the gashes look terrible to him and it takes a good amount of self control to keep from reaching out to touch his lover. He puts his hands behind his back, one hand clutching at his wrist and the other hand clenching the shut fan. He manages not to order the healers away, allowing them to do their work -- after all, they are better suited for it than he is.
"Of course," Huaisang nods, and he wonders just how bad it had been if Lan Wangji had managed to get so seriously injured in the course of the attack.
It felt like it took forever before the healers could be dismissed and Huaisang immediately dropped beside the other, his hand going to his cheek. "Wangji... you should be more careful!"
The healers make quick work in bathing the wounds and wrapping each in cloth to ward off infection and encourage quick healing. Looking at Wangji, he could simply be half meditating for how relaxed and unmoving he is as he gives a quick, concise report of his findings and that he'd dealt with the danger.
But finally the healers can be dismissed and his expression softens minutely, leaning a little into the gentle hand to his cheek. "Better they attacked me than those unable to fight and quiet them." He raises a hand to take that hand and threads their fingers together.
Huaisang frowns at Wangji for that but he lets his thumb brush along the other's cheekbone. It still terrifies him to see the other injured, fear of losing him a sinking feeling that curls through him even as he knows he's alright.
He squeezes the other's hand.
"I know," he says, glancing over the other again and his fingers drawing near one of the wounds in a light touch but not quite on it, brows furrowed.
He knows his lover's fussing is because he worries, and cares, and it warms him instead of instilling any irritation. Wangji lifts the other's hand up and presses a kiss to fingers. They both know it won't stop him from going out to help those in desperate need.
The hand near a wound doesn't make him flinch. Huaisang won't purposely hurt him. "I would rather fight than put you in danger," he murmurs after a moment.
"I will not leave until you are satisfied with my recovery." And maybe a bit after that...
Huaisang doesn't venture too close just inspecting them and the work the healers had done to make sure it's all quite adequate. He sighs and brings the other's knuckles to his lips and the flippant facade he puts to the outside is down and he looks tired and concerned, the weight of his position there.
"I wouldn't forgive myself if something worse had happened because you were trying to keep me out of danger," Huaisang frowns, kissing his knuckles again.
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Wangji looks over when Huaisang comes in and offers a bow of the head in greeting, though his gaze barely leaves his lover's eyes. He hears each word left unspoken and silently bids him to have patience.
"Ambush of fierce ghouls. They have been dealt with." The wounds look worse than they are, as the removal of accumulated dirt and mud shows.
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"Of course," Huaisang nods, and he wonders just how bad it had been if Lan Wangji had managed to get so seriously injured in the course of the attack.
It felt like it took forever before the healers could be dismissed and Huaisang immediately dropped beside the other, his hand going to his cheek. "Wangji... you should be more careful!"
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But finally the healers can be dismissed and his expression softens minutely, leaning a little into the gentle hand to his cheek. "Better they attacked me than those unable to fight and quiet them." He raises a hand to take that hand and threads their fingers together.
"I will heal quickly."
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He squeezes the other's hand.
"I know," he says, glancing over the other again and his fingers drawing near one of the wounds in a light touch but not quite on it, brows furrowed.
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The hand near a wound doesn't make him flinch. Huaisang won't purposely hurt him. "I would rather fight than put you in danger," he murmurs after a moment.
"I will not leave until you are satisfied with my recovery." And maybe a bit after that...
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"I wouldn't forgive myself if something worse had happened because you were trying to keep me out of danger," Huaisang frowns, kissing his knuckles again.
"Good, because I did not intend to allow you to."