He steps through what he has by now come to think of as a strange sort of portal talisman, passing from Cold Pond Cave into the inn with ease.
Lan Wangji will never, never be able to take this for granted. Will never cease being grateful for the impossibility of this place, of Wei Ying's presence, of his own welcome found.
He glances around the room, but does not see Wei Ying, at least not yet. (He is, perhaps, a little earlier than he should be, he realizes. He will have to be careful; will need to practice patience, no matter how difficult it may be these days.) He does, however, see a familiar figure... and cannot fail to notice the evident signs of distress.
A frown creases his forehead, just above the ribbon, and he crosses the room.
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Lan Wangji will never, never be able to take this for granted. Will never cease being grateful for the impossibility of this place, of Wei Ying's presence, of his own welcome found.
He glances around the room, but does not see Wei Ying, at least not yet. (He is, perhaps, a little earlier than he should be, he realizes. He will have to be careful; will need to practice patience, no matter how difficult it may be these days.) He does, however, see a familiar figure... and cannot fail to notice the evident signs of distress.
A frown creases his forehead, just above the ribbon, and he crosses the room.
"Reverend Daughter?"