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The dead divulged at sea's shore: bereft, they haunt night waters. Buried ashore, they would wake to death's work.

Rest rites elude them.

Some among you wield fire unending. Lend light. The rest may release candles, salt and incense at sea.

If we do nothing of righteousness here, let us achieve this. What of the other dead?

( ooc: won't someone think of Akira/Lily/Anduin's corpses???? Threadjack away, you've got this. )

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I do, Lan Zhan. Beyond words, I do.

( Perhaps awkwardly: ) We have brought her no gifts of ease, welcome or kindness.

( Not even a comb. )

... I have brought her alcohol, tea, and news, but we can work on this together, ah?

I know more of her clan than of her.

I know their blood on my sword.

Learn her. You're not alone, meeting the most of the Wens with blood shed. But you visited, peacefully. That mattered.

A-Yuan remembered you fondly.

She is fair, virtuous, strong. Beloved. Is she kind?

She took us in when doing so endangered everything she loved. She's kind, not silken mannered.

A weed. Resilient.

Mm, and beautiful for it.

What is beauty but survival?

I must be both beautiful and hideous in that case.

More hideous.

This explains the state of my hair...

Discover combs.

I have, you've been given them!

Now, their use.

Lest you require assistance.

( DO YOU WANT ANY HAIR LEFT ON YOUR HEAD, SIR. )

Lan Zhan, gentle, gentle! A gentle touch, I beg of you!

Gentle.

( YOU GOING BALD. )

Say it, say, "I'll be gentle, Wei Ying, I promise!"

The precepts prohibit deception.

So it's, "I'll be rough, I like it that way" ah?

( The most self-satisfied: ) Ah.

Lan Zhan. So forward!

Then decline.

I'd prefer to encourage, I think.

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