"I will learn," he responds, because the truth is he only knows how to so insofar as sewing up wounds or something similar. He's not even sure he can mend cloth if it isn't directly on a seam, but he'll figure it out. He can use his existing clothes as a pattern, and work from there.

He slides his robe back on and yes, it does carry a faint scent of Wei Ying underneath the alcohol. He reaches around Wei Ying to gentle his rib, and with the other hand, tries to get the zipper. It takes, uh, it takes a little back and forth. It truly is a little bit stuck.

"Breathe in for me?" he asks, as he pulls up the zipper once to pull it back down, and finally gets it all in one go.