The forest is dark, and calm, and quiet. Birds chirp in the trees, and herbivores snuffle around in the underbrush or bolt at the scent of a predator, but nothing more aggressive than nature itself can dwell long here without being discovered and dealt with, one way or another.
In a clearing, a brook winds its way through shallow curves in the hillside. Anything remotely supernatural that happened here would definitely be noticed within less than an hour.
"After the siege, I went to the Burial Mounds to see if there was anything left of you to bury. I found no remains, but I did find A-Yuan, hidden in a tree. He had a terrible fever; he remembers nothing from before he recovered from it. But he is alive."
He staggers to his feet and throws his arms around the other man.
"Thank you, Lan Zhan," he breathes.
Wangji freezes for a moment, then, tentatively, his arms come up to hug back.
"It is not something you need to thank me for," he murmurs.
The hug continues for a little while.
Shortly: [Senior Suan, the seniors from the other sects are done scolding Jingyi for his distraction. Is the goddess statue taken care of? Should we head back?]
[It's taken care of, hang on one second though.] "Sizhui and Jingyi are ready to regroup, are we?"
Is that what he was like when he was alive? She can look into that later. She glances at Lan Wangji.
"...The opera mask is insufficient. But perhaps some better disguise can be obtained," he says slowly.
"If you get recognized, tell me, and then if I'm looking into the future at the time I'll know in advance."
"How come we're bringing the Mo lunatic along?" Jingyi wants to know.
"Not a lunatic," Wangji says disapprovingly.
"Oh. But--"
"Not a lunatic. Clever. Figured out the goddess was eating souls. Curious about Suan Yisabeila's abilities."
"Oh. Okay."
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