One last pat and the stallion nods his head before trotting off to his stall, giving the two humans one last look over his shoulder. All of their horses have been trained to do just that - to fight, to flee, to protect their rider. Specific commands even outside of that.

Xue Yang winces a little as his husband's arm meets his wounded back, but doesn't shy from Zichen. He lets himself be practically carried into their home without fuss, Jiangzai is set by the door before they head up to their bathroom. He's panting for breath by then, between pain, shock, and dwindling adrenalin that makes him plop down on the low stool. He lets Zichen pull the clothes off, doing his best to help, and turns, pulling his hair over his shoulder to display the gashes that start almost at his waist and go up almost to the opposite shoulder. Not horribly deep, but deep enough to be painful even to someone with his high pain tolerance.