Stop being so thoughtful! He's beginning to think Xingchen isn't human. That must be the answer, right? He's some kind of perfect spirit. Or a fairy!

"My lower back." he grumbles, shifting his hair enough so Xingchen can see the shallow gash, "I think I'll live."

He blinks as he feels the care he is given. Like a wild animal, it makes him want to curl in on himself and bite or claw. But he's not an animal, so he stays still, holding onto his towel with one hand.

"I have a lot of hair, huh."