Wei Ying has never witnessed a birth, and knows very little about it. Other than vague dangers to both mother and infant. But still! That many children! All true born, he assumes, but won't ask. It's clear to him that if any of Maedhros' brothers weren't, they were loved no less.

He solemnly bows once more, though doesn't stand. "You can call on me and my husband, Lan Wangji, if you need help too. I haven't used a sword in a while, but Wangji has his sword." And he hopes telling this new friend that he's a cut-sleeve doesn't ruin everything. He doesn't think so, but...he knows better than to believe everyone thinks the way he does. That the person matters more than who they bond with.