[ Vanessa's comment makes Wen Qing freeze for a moment as she's stepping out onto the balcony, only to remember the shanty she'd sung to appease one of the monks. Her lips curve into an amused smile, and she continues further out, joining Vanessa at the railing. ]

You are safe from any musical endeavors, I assure you. [ It had been an amusing interlude, but she's hardly trained and not the sort to value such a display of vulgarity. ] And should I attempt to sing anything else, it won't be that.

[ She looks at Vanessa openly for a moment, then looks out at the gardens beyond the balcony. Dressed in red and white, her hair done up to help her mix with the crowds, adorned in more jewelry than she's worn her entire time in Akhuras, Wen Qing feels out of place, even if the performance of a socialite is something she can manage. The forced, pleasant smile fades as she stands there with Vanessa. ]

Do they have such parties where you are from?