[ He stills in his step, eyes bright and wild and uncertain, turning to take the man in for his rightful measure, the perceived weakness of his elder limbs, the fixed, inflexible regularity of his manner. A doctor, and their dead piling, their wounded queued, their people burned or bitten or ragged by undead claws, their skins bruised by tumble, when the dragon quakes.
A doctor is a commodity worth his weight in jade, in lone service or attendance beside Wen Qing. And yet he wastes himself in a mad quest to return them... where? To what end? What can possibly compare with the value this man might bring to those already succumbed to suffering? ]
We have wounded. [ Never mind the politesse of alternative conversation. Here, now, Lan Wangji's mouth slack and his grip on his sword steeling — they waste time turning back through pipelines, when there are those who bleed and beg for succour. ] You are needed.
no subject
[ He stills in his step, eyes bright and wild and uncertain, turning to take the man in for his rightful measure, the perceived weakness of his elder limbs, the fixed, inflexible regularity of his manner. A doctor, and their dead piling, their wounded queued, their people burned or bitten or ragged by undead claws, their skins bruised by tumble, when the dragon quakes.
A doctor is a commodity worth his weight in jade, in lone service or attendance beside Wen Qing. And yet he wastes himself in a mad quest to return them... where? To what end? What can possibly compare with the value this man might bring to those already succumbed to suffering? ]
We have wounded. [ Never mind the politesse of alternative conversation. Here, now, Lan Wangji's mouth slack and his grip on his sword steeling — they waste time turning back through pipelines, when there are those who bleed and beg for succour. ] You are needed.