( he definitely opened with the text equivalent of panicked screeching, but it's fine. they figured it out. wei wuxian's here now, and he's going to figure this out, and clearly shijie isn't too stressed by it so it's not as bad as it could be. hopefully wherever a-cheng is (off on an errand for shijie? looking around for a cure of his own?), he's not panicking too terribly, either. wei ying's moderately sure that he's managed to reassure him, but that doesn't mean nothing has happened since to work him back up. he should probably check on him, if he remembers. the priority right now, though, is getting the toxin of whatever sort out of his shijie's arm. )

Fine~! ( he huffs, just melodramatically enough to make clear that it's something like teasing, ) I get it - you like A-Cheng's tea better. Well, if that's how it's going to be, I guess that I'll just - ( he planned to sass his way out the door (in lieu of a more concerned goodbye, which is the only real alternative currently), but his eyes fall on the egg on the table now and he slows to a stop with a furrowed brow. ) Ah, should I be taking that with me? D'you think she'll even take it, if it's not flapping and screeching and whatnot? ( he's heard of a few being returned to the mother, but they've all been well past the egg stage. )