Don't attack any paper that flies at you from the air, at this point, I'm likely the one sending it.

Tell my errant husband to wrap those scales in his sleeve and I'll examine them when he's healed, which for what he's done, should be at Wen Qing's delightfully pointy mercy. Also, to his woe, I'm a healer. And I've been getting more practise than I ever would have wanted in the Wards! Time to pay a few favours back to him.