Two pulses, once. Two pulses, twice. Emotions backs them each time, quietly so, aligned with belief. The flutter of appreciation for the emotions that cross the quiet line, but none that are made particularly prominent; more of a result of their current connection than anything.

But the statue directs with feeling, Wei Wuxian's attentions to the broken bridge beside them. A rather magnificent width, enough to fit a small army across.

Too bad about the broken parts, circular in nature, mostly. But it's not to the state of the bridge that Wei Wuxian's attention is drawn to it, except for the next implication given.

Community. More.

--of ones like them.