The name didn't ring a bell for Jiang Cheng but he files it away nonetheless. He shifts, moving to collect the incense and light one piece. Once it was smoking, he blew out the flame and set it in the proper receptacle. And then, because he's the boy's uncle, goes to sit on the bed, urging Jin Ling to lay down.

"Come here. Go to sleep." His voice is quiet and soothing.