un: qishan | audio (some time shortly after the cooking mishap)

[silverneedles]

Some among us, both living and not, have been reeling from complications induced by an unfortunate meal.

While there is little I can do to help Lord Arha and his men, I can offer medicinal teas, brewed with what herbs we have. Mazyar was polite enough to offer more herbs, and anything I brew will be free, as compared to his teas.

If you are not so indisposed, the soldiers accompanying us seem to benefit from conversation.

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Honour and gratitude unto Qishan.

[silverneedles]

Have you fallen ill as well?

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Spared. You require helping hands?

[silverneedles]

Passing out tea or herbs, yes.

1/2

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Sizhui could benefit of

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( This... takes a while. )



an aunt's guidance.

[silverneedles]

[ bravo, lan wangji. admitting he could benefit! ]

Permission to provide such guidance, Hanguang-jun?

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Where blood binds, not mine to give.

[silverneedles]

You are correct.

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Of your people, he knows little.

Perhaps should have been taught.

[silverneedles]

He could have been, once. That potential was denied.

I will share with him what I know.

> and audio

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( 'He knows your brother' on his tongue, but then that prospective betrayal —

And is it his truth to speak? 'Your son lives,' late. Perhaps, then. )


Mistress. Wen Qionglin.

[silverneedles]

[ Her heart clenches on that name but at least her voice is steady when she replies. ]

Your intent on bringing him up?

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( No. Not of his mouth, his lips, the wild white of his teeth, dragging flesh. )

My duty. ( No. He is no hero, he, no Hanguang-Jun. ) Sizhui knows of Wen Qionglin.

( Let her interpret as she wishes. )

[silverneedles]

[ Her voice still doesn't waver, at least. But her tone certainly lacks warmth. ]

Does he? Thank you for passing that along, Hanguang-jun. I inquire no further of you.

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May mistress Wen prevail on toil.



( ...............yep, slithering out before more is unearthed. )

[silverneedles]

I will have your salves soon.