Small villages are strange, his friend of circumstance, small villages are strange. Wei Wuxian pauses before he leaps down, instead shrugging and waiting to see if Wrathion settles the ladder... down into the gardens below.

"It's the visitors who stay over late. Either it's for intimacies or for conspiracies, and this village and its, ah, guiding hands are more suspicious of the one than the other, I imagine."