[ Her attention on the pale scorpions and their charge remains unbroken until she hears the strange request, and perhaps it's fortunate to have kept her from falling too deeply into her trance when bewilderment breaks through.
The dark glance thrown Wangji's way doesn't hide any of her puzzlement, but she wordlessly offers up said wrist. The blood-soaked sleeves that hang are (were) sheer—not particularly meant for the cold, but someone who walks around barefoot is not very worried about the chill from the weather or enemies. ]
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The dark glance thrown Wangji's way doesn't hide any of her puzzlement, but she wordlessly offers up said wrist. The blood-soaked sleeves that hang are (were) sheer—not particularly meant for the cold, but someone who walks around barefoot is not very worried about the chill from the weather or enemies. ]