Not great, but not dead yet. I refuse to let him see himself there.
( This is said flatly, not at her, but at the whole of the situation: it's a promise. He will not allow his soulmate to die, anymore than he'll allow the ones he cares about in their party to fall along those lines.
They know that. He's learning how to live up to that. This is too soon. Before he has the skill, too soon. )
Jiang Cheng. The both of them, and how many others, I don't know. Do we know yet, how many have been poisoned like this? How much do we need to make this last?
Sect Leader Jiang, too. [ That is one she didn't expect, a little stunned, a little disbelieving.
She can't let him die now. And for all her anger at Lan Wangji, two people she cares about care for him. The rest of the company, too. ] No official tally, but a few others are known. I need a place, somewhere to brew something. Do you know if there are other cures possible?
A—hah. A home. I have one, Lily and I do, and it's in the city. All the ghosts are... grumbling, they're old and they remember earlier times, but they're not violent. There are rooms and spaces there to use, if you don't mind them watching. Old and bored, you... you know how it is.
( Not dangerous. Not dangerous, is what he means. )
I've heard of one, a blood one with the necromancers in town, but not the details, I haven't pursued. Too focussed right now on what it took to get these feathers, the ruse we're in, and we need to get back to town first.
( A pause. )
I can take him double. Lily, Eleven, have you seen them here?
I can tolerate ghosts. [ Not dangerous, which she hears clearly in his words. That's easy. An improvement over the Burial Mounds. ] They can watch. Maybe, if they can talk, they can tell us something.
[ How to brew this cure, what disease lingers in the city, what the creeping black flare-up on Lady Vannozza is, and if it is elsewhere in the city. What horrors hide beneath the canals?
There are too many thoughts to keep straight, with the urgency of finding a cure to keep all of them alive. ]
I have seen Lily but not Eleven. A few others, as well. Lily said she can teleport with two others.
( these are all things wei wuxian would love to help answer, if he know about half of them, or even most. what he has right now is a heaviness he can't swallow past, and no direct access to anything helpful, just: )
If she's there, teleport with her to the house. I'm heading their now, I've just returned Lan Zhan to his room. He's—weakened.
( he's terrifying wei wuxian, is what he's doing, and he's flaring up brighter than the sun over the concept of being allowed to die on his own terms, permanently, like this world is so simple for that, like some stupidity in another people's court should dictate this ignoble ending, like there aren't deeper dangers, that lan zhan couldn't be stolen as soul and converted into some nightmare horror that hunts them down and oh what the hell will he say then.
but he says none of that. )
I'm sorry, I don't have a better answer, but we do have the... idea. The prescription, and tell me whatever you need, I'll have it.
I, and hopefully Lily, will meet you there. If it would help, stay with Hanguang-jun; Lily is familiar with potions and brewing, she can assist.
[ She doesn't need someone as distracted as Wei Wuxian around while attempting to help brew a potion with a rare ingredient. ] We have the feathers. It'll be enough.
[ Wei Wuxian might have been the one to bring Wen Ning back but she helped when she could; they had turned the Burial Mounds into something livable. What's a foreign court, after that? ]
( Firmness in his voice for that, and for the rest: )
I'll come back to him. ( He will, but he can't stay around, not raw like this after their confrontation, the lack of trust that bleeds between them; ) Just, if you need anything. Tell me. Even if it's talking with the old men haunting the place, please.
( and he can check on Sizhui in the meantime, and his idiot brother, and who else? how many are poisoned? )
Find how many were poisoned, then join us here, and I'll have you talk to the ghosts. There are other questions I want to ask.
[ They'll cure this poison, and maybe she'll figure out some answers to other things on her mind. There are multiple diseases at play, in this world. ]
( A pause, before he laughs, and it's a brief, short thing, that sound. )
I've done that well enough before. Doing so now helps no one, even if we both know I'll let myself come close without crossing that boundary as it's needed.
( But he breathes in, audible, and steadies himself. Breathes out, then answers what she'd first said. )
I'll ask. Jiang Cheng may have an idea. Past that—my hands and flute are yours.
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You were not poisoned. How fares Hanguang-jun?
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( This is said flatly, not at her, but at the whole of the situation: it's a promise. He will not allow his soulmate to die, anymore than he'll allow the ones he cares about in their party to fall along those lines.
They know that. He's learning how to live up to that. This is too soon. Before he has the skill, too soon. )
Jiang Cheng. The both of them, and how many others, I don't know. Do we know yet, how many have been poisoned like this? How much do we need to make this last?
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She can't let him die now. And for all her anger at Lan Wangji, two people she cares about care for him. The rest of the company, too. ] No official tally, but a few others are known. I need a place, somewhere to brew something. Do you know if there are other cures possible?
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( that it was he, too. )
A—hah. A home. I have one, Lily and I do, and it's in the city. All the ghosts are... grumbling, they're old and they remember earlier times, but they're not violent. There are rooms and spaces there to use, if you don't mind them watching. Old and bored, you... you know how it is.
( Not dangerous. Not dangerous, is what he means. )
I've heard of one, a blood one with the necromancers in town, but not the details, I haven't pursued. Too focussed right now on what it took to get these feathers, the ruse we're in, and we need to get back to town first.
( A pause. )
I can take him double. Lily, Eleven, have you seen them here?
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[ How to brew this cure, what disease lingers in the city, what the creeping black flare-up on Lady Vannozza is, and if it is elsewhere in the city. What horrors hide beneath the canals?
There are too many thoughts to keep straight, with the urgency of finding a cure to keep all of them alive. ]
I have seen Lily but not Eleven. A few others, as well. Lily said she can teleport with two others.
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If she's there, teleport with her to the house. I'm heading their now, I've just returned Lan Zhan to his room. He's—weakened.
( he's terrifying wei wuxian, is what he's doing, and he's flaring up brighter than the sun over the concept of being allowed to die on his own terms, permanently, like this world is so simple for that, like some stupidity in another people's court should dictate this ignoble ending, like there aren't deeper dangers, that lan zhan couldn't be stolen as soul and converted into some nightmare horror that hunts them down and oh what the hell will he say then.
but he says none of that. )
I'm sorry, I don't have a better answer, but we do have the... idea. The prescription, and tell me whatever you need, I'll have it.
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I, and hopefully Lily, will meet you there. If it would help, stay with Hanguang-jun; Lily is familiar with potions and brewing, she can assist.
[ She doesn't need someone as distracted as Wei Wuxian around while attempting to help brew a potion with a rare ingredient. ] We have the feathers. It'll be enough.
[ Wei Wuxian might have been the one to bring Wen Ning back but she helped when she could; they had turned the Burial Mounds into something livable. What's a foreign court, after that? ]
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( Firmness in his voice for that, and for the rest: )
I'll come back to him. ( He will, but he can't stay around, not raw like this after their confrontation, the lack of trust that bleeds between them; ) Just, if you need anything. Tell me. Even if it's talking with the old men haunting the place, please.
( and he can check on Sizhui in the meantime, and his idiot brother, and who else? how many are poisoned? )
We should have more than enough.
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[ They'll cure this poison, and maybe she'll figure out some answers to other things on her mind. There are multiple diseases at play, in this world. ]
Wei Wuxian. Do not destroy yourself.
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I've done that well enough before. Doing so now helps no one, even if we both know I'll let myself come close without crossing that boundary as it's needed.
( But he breathes in, audible, and steadies himself. Breathes out, then answers what she'd first said. )
I'll ask. Jiang Cheng may have an idea. Past that—my hands and flute are yours.
( He'll be there, just as soon as he can. )