There is ... a brittle, sad not-smile that curls Xichen's lips. Between the two of them, Jiang Wanyin deserves that care much more.

A slight head-shake. "I have plenty, and so it is no trouble to aid.

"Come, let us get it properly cleaned up and cooled before those who have committed to healing on this train catch sight, then you would have far too much attention on you."

Because Xichen knows right now attention would be unwelcome. At the very least.