Mo Ying carried San Na back to their tent, her arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck as she leaned weakly against him. The camp grew quieter now, the flames of the torches settling into a calm glow.
The Mo family soon gathered outside the tent, whispers drifting in the air.
Grandma Mo spoke first, her worried voice trembling as she asked, "Is the child alright?"
Madame Mo wrung her hands. "She was injured… how frightening this must have been."
Mo Lan folded her arms, forcing a casual tone. "Honestly, I thought Mo Ying would be looking after Lin Xu instead. But it seems he truly cares for his wife."
Mo Ying didn't respond. He simply continued tending to San Na's wounds inside the tent, movements steady and careful. He spoke gently to her, "Hold still. It will sting for a moment."
San Na whispered softly, "…Thank you."
Outside, Grandma Mo turned slowly toward Mo Lan, her brows knitting. "You speak too freely. A life was nearly lost tonight."
