Shang Qinghua snorts. "I don't think seals would be particularly effective at keeping water out, unless you built a wall out of them. I suppose their fur is fairly waterproof because of their circumstances, so a sealskin tent might be... not the point."

Casper is still holding his hand. They're walking and they're still holding hands. He's holding hands! With someone! Someone he likes! He's not... he feels like Casper actually wants him there, and that's so novel he sort of wants to cry again, but he's trying to be normal!

And Casper is... trying to position himself as a meatshield. Somehow he's less happy about using him as one as he usually is to duck behind Liu Qingge. "I would like you to... not be hurt?" he attempts. In fact he would really like Casper to not be hurt, he's sort of upset by the thought! He would of course tenderly nurse him back to health, if he was allowed, and there would probably be less glaring and death threats than when he heals Mobei-Jun, but! He... he wants Casper to be okay. "I'm less fragile than I look?" He's honestly pretty good at getting thrown across rooms and into trees and stuff and not suffering worse than a nice dramatic coughing up blood. It's an important skill, in his position!