"A Fae and a Merman." Their species were mostly unknown to him, and his books for a majority. The Palace Doctor was versed in traditional medicine, and, most importantly, of the anatomy of Dragons. Lucid greens watched the pale albino settle on the couch quietly, where it held it's head inbetween it's hands and cradled it's own cranium injuries, bruises that seemed rather extensive and almost disorientating for the creature. "Lei Long. Brother of Emperor Yao, and constant Doctor to his son; my nephew." It would seem Lei was much more specialised than the on-site medical advisor, the way he annunciated it was that perhaps Jin-Wei took up much of his time and study. Then again, that could have been for reasons of mischief, not just medical attention.

Robed hands were folded into each other, for a few good minutes after the Prince's tale. Behind the shape of his glasses, thinned greens watched and inspected wordless and without any incline as to what they were searching for. "...Glass upon the shore-line, I could believe, however." The proclaimed Doctor stepped forth and tentatively pulled the albino's hair away from the swollen injuries. There was little blood to speak of, but it was a rather nasty appearance. "I don't think this is falling on the rocks. I've been to the beach, you need to be up the coast to hit rocks-- which are sharp. The fact you've both managed to take a spectacular fall and wound up with blood-less injuries on your heads makes me query your tale. However, I shan't press the matter. I'll offer advice, look a man in the eye when you weave such stories. You recounted that you stepped upon glass. Let me see the injury-- please, prop your foot upon this table and sit down, I'll assess if there's any glass remaining and dress your wound." The books upon the tea-table were slumped onto the ground and motioned, the so called Prince could rest his foot there.

Lei, on the other-hand, turned to rummage amidst his own labyrinth of novels and scribblings, until a wooden box, plain as it was, was procured. Flipped open, for a quick inventory check. Bandages, salve, tweezers-- and a few more torturous looking devices that he was going to choose to not divulge in. "I cannot account for your marine friend, but I know them to grow ill when not in their homes." The words may have been true enough, Sindre hadn't spoken or moved since he'd been lead to the couch. He couldn't have been sleeping, but perhaps he simply mourned his pitiful position. Hostage, yet again. Who had been calling on the horn, anyway? Lei settled across the table on the opposing chair, gauze at the ready. "We shall have to be quick, gentlemen. Jin-Wei's condition is a nightly occurrence, and I do believe the moon rises in the sky outside. Once we are done here, go to kitchens, and inform the staff I request you both to eat a light, simple meal and rest swiftly." It sounded like an order for children, to have dinner and go to bed. Clearly the title of 'Prince' didn't sway this Doctor. He spoke to the Fae Prince without any particular caution, treated just as anyone else would be in his care.

"I do hope my little brother has been behaving whilst in your company. He's known to have a high strung personality, especially with in conjuction with his son." So, the Doctor was not only a sibling of the Emperor... but he was the older sibling. By far, but he wasn't about to divulge his age, and honestly, he seemed not the slightest bit bothered that his younger brother had seen the throne and not himself. Lei preferred the pursuit of knowledge than politics, after all. "I will also advise you do not wander the palace at night. Nothing frightening goes on, but there are certain things that must stay within these walls. If you understand, that is."