If there's nothing obviously physically wrong with him, what's the problem in assuming he's fine until proven otherwise? Later on, bruises will have formed from his fall, but those are nothing when compared to the fact a normal person likely would've died if they'd fallen from the same height.
Rhetorical or not, he answers, “By other gods, for certain, although I've never fallen before and don't know the consequences that come with it.” Maybe he's vulnerable now? It wouldn't be all that surprising, to be fair, though he'll hope he's wrong.
"Come on. Let's get you some dry clothes and perhaps some salve so you
wouldn't bruise up before seeing a physician."
He's aware of how odd it seems: walking into Lotus Pier with a finely
dressed youth like this soaking wet would cause the rumor mill to start
churning.
An action that prompts Sizhui to immediately raise both arms and circle the other man's shoulders, one hand actually clutching his shoulder and the other tangling in his robes at the spot just below his nape. The former hand, however, withdraws then he lifts his arm, using the sleeve to offer them some makeshift cover.
“While I appreciate your concern, do you truly intend to carry me the whole way? You'll need a change of clothes too if that's the case.”
And he's also somewhat worried about being seen, but not for the same reasons that people will likely spread rumors about, regardless of how desperately Sizhui's trying to keep them hidden.
"If you'd like me to put you down, you could have just told me so," he
growls.
Jiang Cheng stops and sets him down onto his feet before they even approach
the gates of Lotus Pier. He crosses his arms and fixes him with a sharp
stare, waiting for him to get his bearings before they would start walking
again.
"And tell me the whole story - the truth."
He has the feeling it would be far more fantastic than whatever lie that
the youth would give him.
“That wasn't my intention, I just—” but he falls silent once they stop, lips pursed and his head inclined as Jiang Cheng moves to put him down.
Sizhui straightens his posture right away, arm lowering then tucking neatly behind himself, the hand closing into a fist which he rests against the small of his back. His opposite hand raises, fingertips combing through his hair, straightening the strands out somewhat before he notes the soft jangling from the dainty chain around his wrist. “I've already told you the truth,” he sighs, “I fell from the sky.”
After taking a moment to remove the tangled links from his forearm, he carefully wraps it up, clutches the item tight against his palm then levels the older man with a look. “We deities warn of a place, something beyond the safety of our gates in a somewhere nobody dares explore at nighttime. I went there to collect certain items,” Sizhui continues explaining, his thoughts drifting to the moonstones and if they'd remained in his pockets or if they're lost to the lake and he'll eventually have to fish them out, but he refocuses to continue, “I collected what I'd come for, got hit by something, then felt myself being pulled and...” With a weak hand gesture toward nothing in particular, his head lowers and he exhales heavily again. “And then you were pulling me out of the water.”
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Jiang Cheng can't help but roll his eyes at how he seems to dismiss his own well being.
"Can gods get injured?" he snaps.
It's a rhetorical question but he's pretty sure the answer is no. Either way, they shouldn't be out in the open like this.
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Rhetorical or not, he answers, “By other gods, for certain, although I've never fallen before and don't know the consequences that come with it.” Maybe he's vulnerable now? It wouldn't be all that surprising, to be fair, though he'll hope he's wrong.
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Jiang Cheng hoists him up into his arms.
"Come on. Let's get you some dry clothes and perhaps some salve so you wouldn't bruise up before seeing a physician."
He's aware of how odd it seems: walking into Lotus Pier with a finely dressed youth like this soaking wet would cause the rumor mill to start churning.
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“While I appreciate your concern, do you truly intend to carry me the whole way? You'll need a change of clothes too if that's the case.”
And he's also somewhat worried about being seen, but not for the same reasons that people will likely spread rumors about, regardless of how desperately Sizhui's trying to keep them hidden.
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"If you'd like me to put you down, you could have just told me so," he growls.
Jiang Cheng stops and sets him down onto his feet before they even approach the gates of Lotus Pier. He crosses his arms and fixes him with a sharp stare, waiting for him to get his bearings before they would start walking again.
"And tell me the whole story - the truth."
He has the feeling it would be far more fantastic than whatever lie that the youth would give him.
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Sizhui straightens his posture right away, arm lowering then tucking neatly behind himself, the hand closing into a fist which he rests against the small of his back. His opposite hand raises, fingertips combing through his hair, straightening the strands out somewhat before he notes the soft jangling from the dainty chain around his wrist. “I've already told you the truth,” he sighs, “I fell from the sky.”
After taking a moment to remove the tangled links from his forearm, he carefully wraps it up, clutches the item tight against his palm then levels the older man with a look. “We deities warn of a place, something beyond the safety of our gates in a somewhere nobody dares explore at nighttime. I went there to collect certain items,” Sizhui continues explaining, his thoughts drifting to the moonstones and if they'd remained in his pockets or if they're lost to the lake and he'll eventually have to fish them out, but he refocuses to continue, “I collected what I'd come for, got hit by something, then felt myself being pulled and...” With a weak hand gesture toward nothing in particular, his head lowers and he exhales heavily again. “And then you were pulling me out of the water.”