[ wen qing falters slightly in her steps, although she catches herself before she can stumble and waves it off; luckily, with wei wuxian holding on to her and her own reflexes, it's easy to do.

she glances back to the room they just left, bone hound long gone, and then back to wei wuxian. her face softens, eyes unguarded for a moment. ]

You did not mention it. [ though now it makes some sense: the message, the whispers, the times before when he was out and careful not to be around dogs. ] It made that night you spent in the dungeon during the indoctrination camp even worse.

[ there were no secrets about the animals in the dungeons; her cousins were not circumspect. nor was her uncle, by that point. ]

I only saw a couple of the bone hounds on my way here, and I will keep them away. The ones I saw did not seem likely to attack. [ not that it makes much difference to fear. she knows the way it creeps inside, overpowering rationality. she squeezes his arm before they reach the doors. ]

Thank you for telling me.