audio | un: xianxian of yunmeng jiang

[weifinder]

Bear!? Bear! There was a bear in the bath!

( So comes this startled and startling shout, as elsewhere in camp, Wei Wuxian is (unfortunately) streaking past in damp, confused glory, a bear of arctic composure lumbering after him, soap bar still in mouth. Come back! He was just handing the soap over, he wanted to help! )

Comments

[silverneedles]

Are you asking if the salve is going to attract the bear?

[downswing]

If we have salve to mend the bear bait.

[silverneedles]

Salves don't cure everything.

[downswing]

Ah. They neglect the core of the matter.

[silverneedles]

[ read.

then, 20 minutes later: ]

Do you know how to mend flesh, Hanguang-jun?

[downswing]

Only to wound.

Bleed. Transfer qi.

[silverneedles]

There's more the healing arts than simply transferring qi, even for cultivators.

[downswing]

The skill of Qishan is renown.

[silverneedles]

Indeed.

[ and she's done something incredible! something that shouldn't have been possible! and someone has to be salty over it. ]

So even if someone ends up mauled by a bear, he'll be in good hands.

[downswing]

How perfected was your mastery of healing?

[silverneedles]

You have seen the results of my mastery, walking among us.

[downswing]

I intend no insult.

[silverneedles]

No offense taken where none was meant.

But the answer to your question remains the same. I am a master of my field.