"I'll keep watch," Shang Beida agrees, frowning. Casper is really in a bad way, and he's not sure how much of it is mental and how much is how badly his father physically fucking hurt him. He scoops his boyfriend up into his arms, grateful for his cultivator's strength, and heads into the first bedroom he can find, locking the door behind him and sweeping mirrors off of the bed to lie Casper down on it. He adds a sealing talisman to the door for good measure and sits down on the bed next to Casper, resting a hand gently on his shoulder just to feel him breathing, and watches the door.