( 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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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. )