( Emilia's not turned so cynical that she can't appreciate the joy of him. She was softer and full of light, once. She dreamed of things other than retribution and the memory of a darkened chamber she's never fully left. Now she can't imagine feeling something so unspoiled. )
I can help you better hide. I've had practice.
( Hiding. She squints a bit in her effort to better assess his surroundings. )
( To his shame — his stubbornness — he does not oblige her. Thinks, even husked and reduced and shallowed, he knows the game of her concern, names it: )
Afraid of... haaa... of. Unmooring. Free. Mind too... thoughts. When they... they whirrrrrl. When they, free. I do not know them. Whose they are.
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I can help you better hide. I've had practice.
( Hiding. She squints a bit in her effort to better assess his surroundings. )
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Far too many are in search of and care for you, Lan Wangji. You needn't worry.
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Will... look for you. Will. I will. Shall.
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And I you, Lan Wangji.
( She may not actually succeed in a literal sense this time, but let the record show that she will try finding him and his rotund chickens. )
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...mmm. Mother-like.
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Protector.
( That was her first impression of him, she thinks. He says so very little, but he was quick to draw his sword at his own risk.
Actions, not words, Wrath would say. )
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( A statement perhaps undermined by the narrowing of her gaze in concern. ) What do you feel?
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Show me your surroundings, Lan Wangji. I'll do my best to identify them.
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Afraid of... haaa... of. Unmooring. Free. Mind too... thoughts. When they... they whirrrrrl. When they, free. I do not know them. Whose they are.