[ She hesitates for a fraction of a second, wondering secretly if we only have you is meant with remorse - a fraction of a second is long enough for Lan Wangji to come to a decision that she can't fully comprehend, until he touches her elbow and she feels...lighter. More settled, more capable to keep on going.
She stares at him mutely for a moment. (In the background, a wave crashes against the side of the ship, and one of the undead sailors bemoans the loss of a ladle overboard. The world continues to move on through time.)
What was it, that Wei Wuxian said were those titles for? Formal, intimate (not hers to use, nope) and something else? She remembers the latter more than its use, and as her relieved smile cuts through the tension, it slips: ]
Thank you, Hanguang-Jun. [ She gives him a general nod, and reaches out to pat his shoulder. ] Don't over-exert yourself, either. I'll be off to...do the thing. [ Here a gesture with her wand, one wordless reparo aimed at the hole near that sailor who lost his ladle. ]
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She stares at him mutely for a moment. (In the background, a wave crashes against the side of the ship, and one of the undead sailors bemoans the loss of a ladle overboard. The world continues to move on through time.)
What was it, that Wei Wuxian said were those titles for? Formal, intimate (not hers to use, nope) and something else? She remembers the latter more than its use, and as her relieved smile cuts through the tension, it slips: ]
Thank you, Hanguang-Jun. [ She gives him a general nod, and reaches out to pat his shoulder. ] Don't over-exert yourself, either. I'll be off to...do the thing. [ Here a gesture with her wand, one wordless reparo aimed at the hole near that sailor who lost his ladle. ]
Shout if I'm needed. [ As if Lan Wangi shouts. ]