Wavering Heart

Feng Jiao Xue too Mo Tianze to the inn and

shut the door with her foot as she stepped inside the inn's room, cradling Mo Tianze tightly against her chest. The lantern light cast a warm glow across the wooden floor, illuminating the mess of papers, medicines, and towels she'd gathered in a rush.

She hesitated taking him to the space to help him heal there but she doesn't know how his chaotic qi would react to a Spatial transfer.

He hadn't stirred since collapsing or when she carried placed him on Yin Xiao. Said deer worriedly nuzzling Mo Tianze's cheek, lying beside the bed.

She laid him gently on the futon, kneeling beside him as she pulled the blanket over his trembling form. His skin was clammy, drenched with sweat. Though his wounds had stopped bleeding, his breathing remained shallow, and a faint sheen of cold sweat continued to bead on his brow.