Shang Beida feels... he's not even sure. Something in his chest. He's useful, he's wanted, he's making something better for someone, and it's someone he cares about, and it was sort of satisfying nursing Mobei-Jun back to health but his king was always furious about being vulnerable, and Casper trusts him and he's not even angry when what Shang Beida does hurts... Some of those larger pieces of bark would have gotten him knocked across the room with how he'd had to dig, if this was his king.

He doesn't know what to do with himself, so he kisses Casper's palm again and goes to wash out the cloth like he said he would, then comes back with it and uses the alcohol to clean off the hair stick.

He takes Casper's hand again, cupping it, and brings the hair stick into position by his thumbnail. He looks up through his lashes at Casper. "Ready, 心爱?"