( She performs adequately, efficiently, strings of her magic like wisps and braids and binding. The corpse — shrivels. Shrinks. Assumes fresh shape, and he nearly reaches out a hand to stay the process, hesitant of its intrusion.
But it is done, before his touch might land.
It is done and this — the creature may join him. He does not nod, paralysed, the sketch of his thanks. Barely whispers. )
She must be with me a few days longer.
( Simple, wrenched from him — articulated in the way of sincere, innate and marrow-deep necessity. This is no whim, no preference, but a requirement. It msut be so. It must be so. )
[ A beat, and then a very softly muttered, mostly to herself: ] Right, that sounds healthy.
[ She clears her throat, looks towards Lan Wangji again, from the side of her eyes - like one would approach a hippogriff for the first time. At times it feels necessary to do a little bow first, and attempt to show deferrence so that this specific hippogriff does not spook. ]
no subject
But it is done, before his touch might land.
It is done and this — the creature may join him. He does not nod, paralysed, the sketch of his thanks. Barely whispers. )
She must be with me a few days longer.
( Simple, wrenched from him — articulated in the way of sincere, innate and marrow-deep necessity. This is no whim, no preference, but a requirement. It msut be so. It must be so. )
no subject
[ She clears her throat, looks towards Lan Wangji again, from the side of her eyes - like one would approach a hippogriff for the first time. At times it feels necessary to do a little bow first, and attempt to show deferrence so that this specific hippogriff does not spook. ]
Can I enquire who she is now?
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He clings to the corpse, draws her close. No, closer. So small now, she could fit in his person, he could her, a shield. Consume her. )
Dead. She is dead. ( Is this not obvious? Plain? He need not meet her gaze. ) I beg, excuse me.
( A man must retreat. )