"I am grateful to you and Jiangzai." Zichen remarks without hesitation or apology. He cradles the puppy in his arms and inspects that hind leg closer, noticing marks that prove the story he has been told.

"Come." he murmurs before turning back to the house. He uses the sink to bathe the little pup, rolling up his sleeves and talking in a soothing voice.

"You're safe. I'm sorry it grabbed your leg. Metal teeth hurt."