[Don't worry, Jing Yuan, you'll be princess carried in the near future by your dragon wife, too.

Dan Heng glances down imperially at Blade for a brief moment.]

Funny, I seem to recall you liking when I carried you like this in the past. ... You weigh practically nothing. Have you been eating lately?

[He's been trying to make sure Blade eats three square meals a day, and he's pretty sure he's succeeded more often than he's failed. Maybe he's remembering incorrectly, though. Anyway, Dan Heng carries their favorite blacksmith to the bathroom and sits him on the edge of the tub, keeping a hand on his shoulder to help steady him. And... then he just starts stripping Blade without so much as a by-your-leave. Yue stands outside the door dutifully with the first aid kit.]

I suppose we should pamper our princess, even if he did get himself hurt. A-Yuan, you can take his back and I'll tackle his hair when you're done. I can see blood matted it in places.

[And then he gives them both a warning look.]

If you splash each other, I'm going to dump cold water on both of you and damn my contract price.