[ A voice she knows, a face she's well acquainted with: Wen Qing turns to him, slight confusion in her eyes as she does so. ] Lord Zhou.
[ There's no protest when he takes her arm, and it seems to shake her, enough that she focuses her attention on him, rather than the foxes. She doesn't look over her shoulder even as one of them whines. ]
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[ A voice she knows, a face she's well acquainted with: Wen Qing turns to him, slight confusion in her eyes as she does so. ] Lord Zhou.
[ There's no protest when he takes her arm, and it seems to shake her, enough that she focuses her attention on him, rather than the foxes. She doesn't look over her shoulder even as one of them whines. ]
Are you well? [ she asks, returning the bow. ]