So it had been an injury. Suddenly not minding it was the furthest possibility from Mo Xuanyu's mind.
"A-are you alright? Do you need someone to treat it? I have some ointment. I use it when I hurt myself training, or..."
He trailed off there as he started to dig through a pouch attached to his belt, and a moment later he pulled out a small compact. It was only then that he seemed to finally realize he'd been asked a question, and he faltered, holding the ointment awkwardly as if unsure if he should offer it properly.
"Oh. Ah. Sorry, you asked about, ah, food? I'm... I'm alright. I'm not hungry."
In truth, he'd been so distracted that he just barely heard anything of the question at all, missing that it had come with an invitation back to Jin Guangyao's room all on its own.
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"A-are you alright? Do you need someone to treat it? I have some ointment. I use it when I hurt myself training, or..."
He trailed off there as he started to dig through a pouch attached to his belt, and a moment later he pulled out a small compact. It was only then that he seemed to finally realize he'd been asked a question, and he faltered, holding the ointment awkwardly as if unsure if he should offer it properly.
"Oh. Ah. Sorry, you asked about, ah, food? I'm... I'm alright. I'm not hungry."
In truth, he'd been so distracted that he just barely heard anything of the question at all, missing that it had come with an invitation back to Jin Guangyao's room all on its own.