Unnecessary. [ A truce between them, and he is family, by way of Wei Wuxian, by way of Sizhui, and thus, no apologies between them. Neither of them are fine, even if she is reluctant to admit it, seeking refuge in terse words and brooding. A healer, a cultivator, and her body betrays her, more insidious than the world betraying her. At least then there was her brother by her side and a reason she could understand. ]
A few more days and it will be gone. [ Supposedly. Hopefully. The healers sprout words but results the test of their medicine.
She switches the widow's lace (carefully tucked into a cabinet for the next day) for a proper tea, or what they can make of it here, an herbal brew to promote warmth, carrying the pot to the table. A cup, pushed his way. A peace offering before: ] There are scales on my back. I cannot reach.
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A few more days and it will be gone. [ Supposedly. Hopefully. The healers sprout words but results the test of their medicine.
She switches the widow's lace (carefully tucked into a cabinet for the next day) for a proper tea, or what they can make of it here, an herbal brew to promote warmth, carrying the pot to the table. A cup, pushed his way. A peace offering before: ] There are scales on my back. I cannot reach.
[ A request, unvoiced. ]