Of course it is! Zishu would never...ever...let it out of his sight. Kexing gave it to him and he treasures it.

The arm around his waist feels good, but something isn't right and he hurts. For a moment, he sincerely considers hitting the other man, but he needs to know the truth first.

"I can walk." maybe. Zishu relies on Kexing more than he would like, a cold sweat making his hair stick to his temples. He quickly finds a seat once they are in Kexing's rooms, scowling.

"What happened? I..." he closes his eyes, "thought you were dead."