Who tips, maybe this inn should pay its employees a living wage, patronizing the establishment is the tip-- at least, that's Huaisang's inn experience in ancient fantasy China, so. Thank you, staff, for doing this nice thing. Huaisang gives Nighteyes' cheese-based sulking an amused huff, going back in for the scratches with both hands now. Yes, yes, cheese is very disappointing... He's quite sympathetic, which is why he's letting Nighteyes get fur on his fancy silk robes. It's subtle.

"Your brotherly bond," he says, which is not a question, but not not a question? He is curious about how a man and a wolf became brothers, and how the wolf can talk - although that he chalks up to what Fitz gives Nighteyes, if he had to guess - but he's not going to press. There's enough overt pausing at work here that he can also guess that it's... sensitive? Somehow.

There goes Fitz, anyway, leaving Huaisang to spoil Nighteyes with ear-scratches and scooting back a bit on the bed, so that he has more lap to rest on and isn't perched so precariously on the edge. Scratch, scratch, while he watches Fitz go and pick up the tray, hmm.

"Are you going to argue with me about-" god- "first watch, again, after you eat? Let me know— I want to be prepared in advance." Ha, he has enough pep back for some sass, red-ringed eyes and puffy crying face and all. Don't perceive that. But really though, eat your bread and take a nap.