Much as he assumes Fitz's going over the security of the room is at least a little atypical for him, Huaisang can't deny this is - a familiar kind of behavior. He's spent many an evening waiting for a Nie disciple to check an inn's rooms (nicer rooms, to be fair, and more spacious, ahem) for hidden dangers, but the owlish way he blinks at Fitz's suggestion of 'first watch' is itself telling. What watch. There's sleep time and not sleeping time, please.

He's too delicate for watches. Stop that.

They can work on that shortly; right now he looks at Nighteyes, as if the wolf should confirm this thing he had already mostly guessed at, from the connection of minds earlier. There were definitely more than two individuals there, yes— not that Huaisang could explain his sense of knowing. The important part is he believes it.

Which leaves the saber. He looks down again, takes a moment to make a pursed-lip decision and twist the ends of his hair a bit, alright, and here he goes. The first point: Fitz will absolutely not know what a 'da-ge' is, so, "My brother's. It was— He was hurting, back then." Understatement. "If he... If it happens again, that touch, and you can see my brother, then—"

Don't ax him, even if he isn't really there? Don't stand in his way, for Fitz's own sake? Huaisang looks up, an ounce more resolve in his delicate face. "Then you and Nighteyes should go, and quickly. Just in case."