[po xiao's immediately alert for whatever brief moment, senses tingling, something niggling in the back of his mind that tells him this thing is happening! and he should pay attention. he hesitates the motion of his hand mid-reach, expression wrinkling then softening again whenever xingchen loses consciousness again.
continuing his work afterward seems reasonable; some mixture of herbs, a bandage later and one might think this man could even survive whatever horrific ordeal he's gone through. thank goodness, it's the same unexplainable prickling that warns him to draw back before xiao xingchen suddenly becomes upright, narrowly avoiding their heads knocking together. that hand cinching around his wrist makes po xiao tense, breath momentarily catching in his chest then exhaling in a soft, relieved sigh once he's realized what's happened. (he can make a safe assumption it's xingchen's opposite hand feeling around he might maybe hear, but is aware the sword he's searching for is well out of arms reach.)]
It's me, [comes the utterance, quiet and reassuring.] The one you helped on the road.
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continuing his work afterward seems reasonable; some mixture of herbs, a bandage later and one might think this man could even survive whatever horrific ordeal he's gone through. thank goodness, it's the same unexplainable prickling that warns him to draw back before xiao xingchen suddenly becomes upright, narrowly avoiding their heads knocking together. that hand cinching around his wrist makes po xiao tense, breath momentarily catching in his chest then exhaling in a soft, relieved sigh once he's realized what's happened. (he can make a safe assumption it's xingchen's opposite hand feeling around he might maybe hear, but is aware the sword he's searching for is well out of arms reach.)]
It's me, [comes the utterance, quiet and reassuring.] The one you helped on the road.