Magnus presses his lips together. "Mothwing," he says, uncertainly. "But she only knows medicine. Luo Binghe, I—"

He can hold it together for Luo Binghe. It gives him something to focus on. He puts a hand on Luo Binghe's shoulder, directing the healing to him on purpose, as if it'll be any fucking help at all. "I think..." He frowns. This is why it was good that he was the one attacked, before. He could withstand it. He thought Shen Yuan could, too, though. Isn't Shen Yuan supposed to be immortal?

The chandelier. The floating gun. Softly, harrowed, "It happened again?"