The two blooming warmths, and oh, well then. It's with the memory that follows where Wei Wuxian considers that perhaps he's getting a little too used to this without the use of mind-endangering Empathy, but that in such a sense, he has the experience of being along for other's memory rides, or for Chaos's continued spill of them in his nightmares.

So he stills himself beneath the weight of this memory too, and the names, the information that is more about the lack that had been, the steps taken to preserve, to fight, to hold on. To come out of the memory and the apology that feels more than follows, and he looks to the statue, to the defender of a people with their own connections across these floating islands, and says:

"If we find them, can we help them reconnect, while we address what the red storm brought to these islands? What's lingered, and what continues to do harm."

The feeling, underneath it, of compassion, understanding, and resolve: not fierce, like it once had been, but steady, that forward we go, into this unknown, to resolve what we might. To salvage and save what can be saved.

"Can those like you help with the mind swaying, if we can get those suffering from it to you?"

Perhaps the animals, he thinks, and delayed, belated: the people.