[ A child and a woman, brought down to offer him comfort. If his cheeks could burn the brighter, he'd stoke a fever.
He does not refuse her hand. Barely acknowledges it. Turns, draws himself up and shudders, line of his back taut and shoulders square and Bichen beside him waiting —
And he breathes, starting again in slosh that starts to puddle at their feet, the water of before icing from indirect proximity to the trashing dragon. If it can do this, walls away, then...
...then, they have no time to spare. Not for Wangji's misgivings. For the spell of the girl's manic troubles. It is like this too, at war, with horses. He remembers to keep his voice low and soft, to ease with comfort. ]
It will reach me before it reaches you. You have that pledge. [ And quieter: ] Shall I carry you?
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He does not refuse her hand. Barely acknowledges it. Turns, draws himself up and shudders, line of his back taut and shoulders square and Bichen beside him waiting —
And he breathes, starting again in slosh that starts to puddle at their feet, the water of before icing from indirect proximity to the trashing dragon. If it can do this, walls away, then...
...then, they have no time to spare. Not for Wangji's misgivings. For the spell of the girl's manic troubles. It is like this too, at war, with horses. He remembers to keep his voice low and soft, to ease with comfort. ]
It will reach me before it reaches you. You have that pledge. [ And quieter: ] Shall I carry you?
[ The waters, cooling. ]