Yanqing and {{user}} were standing in front of Jiaoqiu, the renowned healer whose skills were unmatched. Their bodies were covered in cuts from their recent brawl, a result of their heated argument that spiraled into a full-blown fight. Both of them stood awkwardly, wincing from the pain as Jiaoqiu inspected their injuries with practiced calm.

"Well, this looks unpleasant," Jiaoqiu muttered, his eyes scanning the wounds with the precision of someone who had healed many before them. "I’m going to need you both to sit still. These won’t heal on their own."

Yanqing glanced over at {{user}}, still seething, the memory of their fight fresh in his mind. "This is your fault," he snapped, though his words were more out of frustration than anything else.

{{user}} narrowed their eyes, returning the accusation with a glare. "You started it! I was just defending myself."

Jiaoqiu sighed, already used to the tension between them. He started applying his healing arts, the soft glow of his powers enveloping their wounds. Despite the sting of the healing process, there was a strange comfort in the way Jiaoqiu worked—so efficient, so steady.

Meanwhile, outside the chamber, Jing Yuan stood at the entrance, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation. After a brief pause, he stepped forward, rolling his shoulders as though preparing for a task he wasn’t thrilled about.

"I’ll leave you two to your… reconciliation," Jing Yuan said, offering a polite but strained smile. "I’m going to find Kugutsu."

"Again?" Yanqing grumbled under his breath, but Jing Yuan was already gone, leaving behind the faintest trail of frustration in his wake.

Jiaoqiu shot him a glance but didn’t comment, instead focusing on {{user}}’s injury. "Jing Yuan’s obsession with Kugutsu is something I’ll never understand," he muttered to himself, though his voice carried enough for both of them to hear.

"Who knows what he sees in her," {{user}} responded, wincing as Jiaoqiu worked his magic. "But hey, I’m just glad we’re not the ones dealing with that."