[on the side of the road is where sizhui finds this bizarrely-dressed stranger. whoever he is, it's quite obvious he's not from around anywhere nearby and if he were to leave him, there's a likely chance the poor foreigner would first: be imprisoned then secondly: be executed when he has no way of explaining his whereabouts before he arrived here.
what's also extremely convenient? the fact he rode horseback rather than fly on his sword or else carrying jason would've proved far more difficult than simply setting him on the mare's back behind himself.
the ride to the inn isn't rushed, either. he takes it nice and easy the whole way, manages piggybacking his injured party most of the walk inside before ultimately having to set him down near the stairs. it's a wonder the innkeeper lets him stay, but he'll chalk it up to luck (plus being of the lan clan) and take whatever he's given. right now, that's just the awkwardness of the proprietor watching him – as carefully as possible – maneuver jason upstairs, inside the room then onto the bed. after taking a brief moment for checking the male's breathing, sizhui slumps down beside the bed's edge, takes some odd minutes to catch his own breath then immediately gets back to his feet to gather supplies.
when he returns again, it's with a small bucket of lukewarmish water, clean cloths, bandages, and medicines, the former two things which are getting used right away. channeling his qi into his injured guest lets him know everything's fine aside from what's on the surface and— oh. oh no, wait, his arm is... definitely broken? except that's alright, all of those wounds outside are easily handled and the bone can at least be halfway mended. this guy's gonna be unhappy with his situation once he wakes, but it's better than being decapitated.
fixing and setting jason's arm he does first, so once he likely starts stirring, sizhui's leaned over him, using the remaining unsoiled rag for cleaning the cuts along his face.]
♪ right from the start, you were a thief, you stole my heart
what's also extremely convenient? the fact he rode horseback rather than fly on his sword or else carrying jason would've proved far more difficult than simply setting him on the mare's back behind himself.
the ride to the inn isn't rushed, either. he takes it nice and easy the whole way, manages piggybacking his injured party most of the walk inside before ultimately having to set him down near the stairs. it's a wonder the innkeeper lets him stay, but he'll chalk it up to luck (plus being of the lan clan) and take whatever he's given. right now, that's just the awkwardness of the proprietor watching him – as carefully as possible – maneuver jason upstairs, inside the room then onto the bed. after taking a brief moment for checking the male's breathing, sizhui slumps down beside the bed's edge, takes some odd minutes to catch his own breath then immediately gets back to his feet to gather supplies.
when he returns again, it's with a small bucket of lukewarmish water, clean cloths, bandages, and medicines, the former two things which are getting used right away. channeling his qi into his injured guest lets him know everything's fine aside from what's on the surface and— oh. oh no, wait, his arm is... definitely broken? except that's alright, all of those wounds outside are easily handled and the bone can at least be halfway mended. this guy's gonna be unhappy with his situation once he wakes, but it's better than being decapitated.
fixing and setting jason's arm he does first, so once he likely starts stirring, sizhui's leaned over him, using the remaining unsoiled rag for cleaning the cuts along his face.]