[ He's slapped away, easy as can be, and he doesn't fight it. But he does continue to look up at Jiang Cheng in concern. And when the other man stands, Wei Wuxian returns to his feet as well, holding out his hands carefully when it seems like Jiang Cheng is wobbling, wanting to keep him steady just in case. But he doesn't tip over and that's a relief.

Still, he turns to Wei Wuxian, a growl in his throat and fangs bared and Wei Wuxian doesn't know how he's going to get Jiang Cheng to let him take care of him without forcing it. Shit. ]

I'm not doing anything with my scent.

[ Not on purpose, at least. His eyebrows furrow and he reaches out, curling his hand around Jiang Cheng's wrist and rubbing his thumb over the pulse point. ]

Even if you're not going into heat — [ Which, he doubts, but whatever. ] — you're still ill. Let me take care of you, alright? Let's go back to your room and get you in bed.

[ If they can start with that, maybe Wei Wuxian can build up to taking care of Jiang Cheng the way he should as his alpha. ]