( The fox stares back, pausing before canting his head to really, really stare at Xie Lian. Yes, he knows, yes, he cannot do anything about that, but also... he snorts, the rounded stone in his mouth a weight against his tongue, and pointedly trots right past Xie Lian to the growing stone piles around this particular shrine. It's a carefully constructed, loose wall, and truly it shouldn't hold as well as it does when Wei Wuxian delicately sets another stone on the pile, only: it does. The shrine forms, piece by piece. Larger than it was before.

Tell him something he can do anything about, Xie Lian! This isn't one of them! )