A part of him is relieved, largely because if he hadn’t minded parting with the scale, he would have done so before. It isn't sentimental, but it grants him an edge of strength he'd prefer to keep. The ointments he's asking after however, aren't likely to come cheaply.

But, if he thinks it isn't necessary, then.. Eleven's fingers tighten over it, beneath Wei Wuxian's insistence.

"..Yes, there are dragons," he says, quietly puzzled. "I suppose they're rare if you don't travel off the road much, but there are plenty of them."