Shang Qinghua sucked in a breath when Mobei's hand landed on the burns, even with his king being unusually gentle. Which was his first sign that they'd followed him back to the real world, feeling the bandages hidden under the sleeping robe.

"This servant talked to other people in the meta, and there were others who were just minding their own business before being pulled in too. And I guess the safeties failed too..." He looked up at him, biting his lip. "But don't worry, my king. I'll be back in shape in no time!"