No. I. I can. Thank you. [She went into this knowing the penalty for losing, it wouldn't be right or fair to push the penalty onto someone else.

She takes a breath, fingertips tapping awkwardly against the edge of the table, trying to think of a precious memory that wouldn't be too terribly embarrassing to relate. The whale's expectant stare isn't helping. Something she's willing to share with a perfect stranger, and also with Lan Wangji...]

When I was. Young. A child. I. I was out in the forest, later than I was meant to be, and I fell and injured my leg. I was certain my parents would be angry with me, so I limped home and tried to clean it up. The injury. By myself. But my dad found me, and he cleaned my leg and bandaged it and promised not to tell my mother, so she wouldn't get angry and forbid me running about in the woods. [It's mundane, and there really isn't any more to it than that, but perhaps it's all the more precious for being mundane. And certainly all the more precious for how much she misses her mum and dad.]