[ Candlelight flickers by nature of flame, rendered even more unsteady by boat and the faintest tremble in Wen Qing’s hand. But her gaze is sharp, even with nausea settling into her stomach as the waves show no sign of relenting.
In truth, Wen Qing would rather have a question about her virtue than a question about her core. Any cores. The distance between them is small, physically: the length of a boat, easily overtaken by the span of his arms, by shifting from one bench to another. But it feels enormous, spreading between them, the distance from the Burial Mounds to the Cloud Recesses: physically possible to navigate, politically insurmountable. ]
It can withstand cold and water. [ She’s withstood cold and water before; she can withstand it again. She’s withstood worse than that. Sometimes, she thinks, the cold is preferable to the heat of Nightless City ] No need for worry. Focus on the candles.
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In truth, Wen Qing would rather have a question about her virtue than a question about her core. Any cores. The distance between them is small, physically: the length of a boat, easily overtaken by the span of his arms, by shifting from one bench to another. But it feels enormous, spreading between them, the distance from the Burial Mounds to the Cloud Recesses: physically possible to navigate, politically insurmountable. ]
It can withstand cold and water. [ She’s withstood cold and water before; she can withstand it again. She’s withstood worse than that. Sometimes, she thinks, the cold is preferable to the heat of Nightless City ] No need for worry. Focus on the candles.