Lan Wangji's fingers are rough, efficient, but gentle as they correct the line of Sizhui's ribbon, one that wears a touch differently with their horns, even when it seemed like it should not. He observes the fall of it after, inclining his head forward in acceptance of what he sees, rendered better: his eyes swiftly after lock on to Sizhui's, hands falling away to his sides, self collected as he usually appears.
"Heed limitations," he says, and the narrowing of his eyes indicates his awareness of what empathic healing might cause, for all it wasn't familiar to him.
Wei Wuxian flits back around from the side, tweaking Sizhui's sleeve with a frown and serious eyes. This isn't a moment for levity, and even if this isn't the son he helped raise, in all the political complicated world A-Yuan grew up in and continues onward in, it's still A-Yuan, Lan Sizhui. Raised by the Lans at minimum, and the regard of Lan Zhan in passing, also at minimum.
Certain things may be assumed from the name, from his adopting into the clan. Only one man would bother. Only one man would care.
"A-Yuan, how much control do you have with this? What specifically does it entail?"
Jingyi, standing to the side, coughs into his hand, only to earn a look from Hanguang-jun.
"What? I'm not the one doing anything worrying," he says, pointing out his logic. Hanguang-jun continues to stare. Jingyi's tail droops in degrees, and he cups his hands in a bow. "I'll ensure he doesn't either, Hanguang-jun."
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"Heed limitations," he says, and the narrowing of his eyes indicates his awareness of what empathic healing might cause, for all it wasn't familiar to him.
Wei Wuxian flits back around from the side, tweaking Sizhui's sleeve with a frown and serious eyes. This isn't a moment for levity, and even if this isn't the son he helped raise, in all the political complicated world A-Yuan grew up in and continues onward in, it's still A-Yuan, Lan Sizhui. Raised by the Lans at minimum, and the regard of Lan Zhan in passing, also at minimum.
Certain things may be assumed from the name, from his adopting into the clan. Only one man would bother. Only one man would care.
"A-Yuan, how much control do you have with this? What specifically does it entail?"
Jingyi, standing to the side, coughs into his hand, only to earn a look from Hanguang-jun.
"What? I'm not the one doing anything worrying," he says, pointing out his logic. Hanguang-jun continues to stare. Jingyi's tail droops in degrees, and he cups his hands in a bow. "I'll ensure he doesn't either, Hanguang-jun."