Once Wei Ying is down to her red inner dress, she drapes the black outer layer over her arm and goes after the ties to Lan Zhan's outermost layer. 

AAAAAAAA???A??

She peels off the soaked outermost layer carefully, then hands Lan Zhan her own mostly-dry clothing and turns around to give her friend privacy while she tries to make a fire out of the peeled-off branch parts. 

(It probably isn't intentional that crouching like that in only her underrobe gives Lan Zhan a fantastic view of the outline of her ass.)

It takes Lan Zhan a minute to remember that she's supposed to be changing. Undressing turns out to be difficult with only one functional arm and the overall weakness of blood loss, but she makes it work. Wet clothes off (ow), dry clothes on (ow).

When she's done, Wei Ying turns around with a bright smile and an insouciant remark--

that dies on her tongue when she sees Lan Zhan wearing her outer robe and nothing else. 

Oh. 

Gosh. Golly. Wow. 

Her face goes BRIGHT RED. 

"You look really nice," she blurts. 

w   hat.

Lan Zhan stares at her, eyes wide with surprise and Yearning. (Wei Ying is blushing. Wei Ying is blushing while looking at Lan Zhan.) Her lips part, but no sound comes out.

She -- probably shouldn't be taking this seriously, this must be part of some joke, Wei Ying always teases her --

"Let's, um, let's put your wet things closer to the fire. Now that it exists," she says, stumbling over her words and NOT looking at the way her robe, cut for her somewhat more modest figure, leaves a lower neckline on Lan Zhan than any of Lan Zhan's own clothes do. "How's your arm?"

Lan Zhan holds out her wet robes, neatly folded over her good arm. "It has bled a lot. I do not expect permanent damage."

Wei Ying takes the robes and lays them near the fire to dry. "It had better not be. I wish I could give you shijie's soup, it's the best thing for building your strength while recovering from an injury."

It sounds very nice to eat anything, really. Lan Zhan hasn't in days.

"I should rebandage." If she can, that is. They are not very well equipped.

"That's a good idea."

She pushes back the sleeve on the offending arm, undoing the original bandage and trying not to think about the heat of Lan Zhan's skin under her hands. Until the wound is revealed, at which point she is distracted from Sexy by Concern. 

(Lan Zhan is still extremely distracted by Sexy).

Wound: not in great shape! The bite mark injuries are freshly torn and oozing blood in rivulets down Lan Zhan's arm. That combined with her mauled leg makes it remarkable that Lan Zhan is still conscious, really; it turns out that even losing a pint of blood cannot compare to the sight of Wei Ying's breasts.

Wei Ying hisses and tears some strips off her underrobe and re-bandages the wound. 

"Ugh ugh ugh, I hate dogs." 

Wei Ying's hands are gentle and her face is so close. Lan Zhan can't breathe. 

Deeeeeep breath. "After this, tend to your own wounds."

"Huh, this? It's no big deal."

It is absolutely a big deal. Lan Zhan radiates disapproval. "That shouldn't have happened. You should not have done that for me."

"That vicious bitch was probably going to brand your face, Lan Zhan! That would be desecrating a work of art, I couldn't let that happen!"

"A brand scar will remain for your whole life, Wei Ying!" And it will be Lan Zhan's fault for her whole life. A reminder of Lan Zhan's weakness and Wei Ying's suffering.

"It would have been your whole life too, you know. And it's not on my face. Besides, it's a badge of honor! It shows that I once protected a beautiful girl who won't ever forget me. Isn't that poetic?"

"Don't say things like that."

Pout. 

"Huh? How come?"

She looks away, jaw tight. "If you don't mean it, you shouldn't flirt with anyone."

Softly: "Who says I don't mean it, huh?"

INTENSELY GAY EYE CONTACT. WUJI SWELLS IN THE BACKGROUND.