( Obedient, his fingers slip back into place. It isn't perfect, and if Zhou Zishu had been anywhere else but on death's door the fragile feeling of those meridians would have him blind with panic. As it is, that weakness is a miracle. His own qi joins, slower than he'd usually like to offer but he doesn't want to go at this with brute force. Instead it is a careful progress. )

I thought -.

( A swallow, the click of his dry tongue. )

You're a stubborn bastard.

( Which is, above all things, a compliment. Anyone else might not have made it. ) You're sure you don't feel worse? Do you need me to fetch Hermoine again? Or someone like Anduin?