Shang Beida doesn't really get that, but like, it's incredibly culturally normal for him and always has been. He knows western medicine doesn't really... do acupuncture. "Fair enough. Hot water would probably help, and..." He blushes. "I'm probably not any good at massage, but I could try, if you wanted."

"I'm... not used to anyone worrying about me." Or like, caring at all. "Especially when I wasn't even in danger. I... I'm just glad you're okay, 心爱. It's hardly your fault." He presses a kiss to the back of Casper's hand.