He wouldn't feel whole if his A-Yang left him. There are two who hold his heart and if either of them perishes or disappears, he is missing a vital piece of himself. And, he fervently prays against it being so, if there is ever a time they both leave him, he knows he will be like a ghost. A phantom. Until he rejoins them.

"Something light, but durable." he suggests, "We can think of ideas while you heal." which his husband will be doing in their bed. Zichen won't take any risks - any work that needs to be done can be completed by him. His mare isn't as spirited as Xue Yang's stallion, but she's smart and he trusts her judgement.

His lips tingle as he lowers Xue Yang into the bath. He loosens his beloved's hair and sits on the edge of the tub, washing those beautiful strands first.