"Oh, eventually. Mostly one they understood something had gone amiss," he says, laughter light, not mocking. People were more willing to accept help with jokes and self effacement, things Wei Wuxian excelled at when necessary.

After Zewu-jun returns with the tea leaves, Wei Wuxian chuckles, carefully lifting the tiny top of the pot. The rest he leaves to the more than capable sect leader, who isn't strictly wise, but whose loyalty and caring cannot be faulted for anything but his willing blindness.

Nothing unique. They were all blind for the ones closest to them, at unknowable costs.

"It's better than none. Or being stuck with only that coffee stuff."

Which isn't the worst, but also, isn't great.