[ One side of his mouth tips up almost despite himself at Wen Kexing offering himself as the source of information--as if Zhou Zishu isn't the one who invented the damn things in the first place. Still, he doesn't argue the point. Let Wen Kexing involve himself if he likes, he's the one between them with any real healer experience that isn't battlefield medicine. It's easier than trying to ever get the man to sit quietly when he doesn't want to.
His focus is on Stephen, anyway. A man with no connection to him, asking for nothing in return, and offering to help. Not unheard of, but so far out of Zhou Zishu's usual experience that it's hard not to look for the strings that must be attached somewhere. It's an instinct he tries to fight down, for now.
Instead he brings his hands up in front of his chest to offer Stephen a formal bow. It's the least he can do. ]
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His focus is on Stephen, anyway. A man with no connection to him, asking for nothing in return, and offering to help. Not unheard of, but so far out of Zhou Zishu's usual experience that it's hard not to look for the strings that must be attached somewhere. It's an instinct he tries to fight down, for now.
Instead he brings his hands up in front of his chest to offer Stephen a formal bow. It's the least he can do. ]
Thank you. For whatever you offer.