Opal, not one to be outshone, is quick to catch on to Lethe's intentions, and adjusts her own wing from across him, partial shelter becoming whole. It does shield from the unforgiving chill of the night, and so Emilia hardly complains.
She takes the three stones offered to her, weighs them in her palm.
"More subtle than my fire," she admits, a touch of rue and humor.
It was an option she had considered and quickly discarded, lest they be seized upon by hawks. Emilia is still re-learning to control the fire humming inside of her, when to let it burn and when to put it away. Even now, the mention of Karsa threatens a flame, albeit internally. She still needs to tell Wei Wuxian what she learned of the Merchant, how it roils in her.
"I did not know, but I am unsurprised. Better Anurr than Unhalad, I suppose." Sometimes there are no good choices. Sometimes there are only terrible choices, and one must pick the less terrible one. She considers what Wei Wuxian has said, his bearing of so much resentment, the presence of so many undead... "Did Lan Wangji offer ablution?"
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She takes the three stones offered to her, weighs them in her palm.
"More subtle than my fire," she admits, a touch of rue and humor.
It was an option she had considered and quickly discarded, lest they be seized upon by hawks. Emilia is still
re-learning to control the fire humming inside of her, when to let it burn and when to put it away. Even now, the mention of Karsa threatens a flame, albeit internally. She still needs to tell Wei Wuxian what she learned of the Merchant, how it roils in her."I did not know, but I am unsurprised. Better Anurr than Unhalad, I suppose." Sometimes there are no good choices. Sometimes there are only terrible choices, and one must pick the less terrible one. She considers what Wei Wuxian has said, his bearing of so much resentment, the presence of so many undead... "Did Lan Wangji offer ablution?"