"Is he really okay?" Huang Qiuyan's fingers hover over the wounds, but she doesn't touch it. She's sure that her hands aren't clean. He's not clean either. Do they have antiseptics here? He needs to be bandaged.
[Dear Host, he's already healing. He doesn't need your treatment. Don't make it worse.]
"What can I do for him?" She feels bad for him. Sort of. She's sure that she would have felt the same if it was someone else. "System, tell me."
[Dear Host, why do you ask me now? You ignored me all day.]
She can't see him, but she can imagine him puffing up his cheeks and looking away.
"I didn't ignore you all day." Huang Qiuyan replies, "It was desperate times. I did what was --"
[Dear Host, who are you kidding? I live inside your head. You could have run away before being caught by the vampire king's men. You stayed beside -- Blahblahblahblah --]
The system starts blabbering again. Huang Qiuyan is wishing for a mute button.
