See, Sizhui's normally soft and kindhearted, but he's learned when to steel himself, knows how he should act during particular moments where more firmness is needed. Sort of like insisting he helps Vincenzo with his injuries, despite the man's protesting. (And won't it also be interesting to learn he can at least defend himself in an actual physical fight too?) Bruises are... well, thankfully just those, so he moves on from them, sets the towels aside for now then gestures toward Vincenzo's shirt. “Take that off,” comes simply as Sizhui removes the robe he's wearing. With most of the mess having been cleaned, his silky nightgown ought to be safe.

He clutches the fluffy garment afterward, listening intently, distress clear in his expression, although he's trying his best to keep calm now, ironically. Having Vincenzo caress his face again while initiating direct eye-contact makes his eyes widen and causes butterflies to flutter in his stomach, yet it also has him softening, one hand reaching to brush his fingertips across Vincenzo's knuckles as he leans into his touch.

Though he doesn't quite understand why Vincenzo would hurt his own family, Sizhui resists asking, just slides his hand to hold his husband's forearm and nods again. “As I will be loyal to you.” That was part of their union, wasn't it? Any sheepishness put aside, he lifts his opposite arm then stretches it out, the pad of his thumb gently brushing Vincenzo's cheek. “Explain to me how the household must be run and I'll do my absolute best.” Since he's already shown how (mostly) cool and collected he can be during distressing situations.