No one's stopping to talk with me mid battle, love, so we wouldn't know, would we?

( he lifts an eyebrow, then reaches for the watered down alcohol to pour it directly over the injury. that he returns his gaze to studying the laceration for any material that's lodged in it pairs with: )

I don't scent any infection at this point, or anything that might be poison. Which yes, some know when they've been struck if the blade carried poison. Here I'd be more concerned with infection, given what most are fighting.

( who knew? maybe the dead dipped their blades in each other first, then went to fight the living and hurry them along to death directly and indirectly.

now he's back to patting jiang cheng's chest dry and clear, watching healthy blood welling up. good. )

Slather some salve on this, we'll bind you up!

( which is what he reaches for next, clearly intending to slather it on. right now. with his own fingers. all over jiang cheng's chest. )