That doesn't seem like a solution, really, but she doesn't object. Wei Ying hugs are good.

Wei Ying snuggles her so much. 

"I'm sorry your uncle decided to be an ass about this." 

Xichen comes over to rest a hand on her shoulder. "He will apologize," he says firmly. 

"I did not intend for Brother to fight. I should have told him separately."

"I am sorry I told him what happened without consulting you. But given the truth, his behavior was inexcusable." 

"Also, I only left without a fuss because your brother was here, if he hadn't been, I--might've still left but I'd have jumped back inside to punch him or something as soon as he raised his voice."

Squeeze. "I am glad you did not."

Brother and Wei Ying could probably still use more reassurance, but she is out of things to say about this situation. Can they go back to their own tent now, maybe.

Yeah okay. 

"I love you," she murmurs into Lan Zhan's hair when they're alone. "Love you, love you so much." 

She curls up against her. "Brother has never lost his temper before."

"Nobody ever yelled at his little sister for getting raped in the course of protecting his people before." 

"He didn't know."

"Losing your temper isn't always a logical thing." Forehead-smooch. "And it's still true that that's what he was doing, even if he didn't know." 

"Some of the things he said were also true."

"That sounds fake, tell me what they are so I can refute them." 

"That I will bring shame to the Lan Sect when they are already in crisis, and dishonor my family. That I am wronging you by making you --" 

It doesn't seem fair to Wei Ying to say 'raise another's child', when Wei Ying has been nothing but a loving and committed coparent so far. But.

"I really don't think there's any shame or dishonor going around. We're going to get married. And even in the cover story it isn't in any way your fault, you're certainly not bringing any more shame on anything than you would be by marrying me anyway. And you're not making me do anything. I want to be here. I want this baby." 

"Many of the elders will still be unimpressed. It may be hard on Uncle."

"And I'm sorry for that, but it's not your fault." 

"Mm." Cuddle.

"War is hard on people. How hard this will be on your uncle is still less hard than those nine days were on you, let alone how hard things were on everyone who died. At Cloud Recesses and Lotus Pier both. None of this is your fault, you did nothing wrong, you did less than nothing wrong, you saved people at great personal cost, and they can deal with it." 

Cuddle.

"I am alright now," she says eventually. "If you would like to work, I will play my qugin."

"Mnnnnnn, I want to keep cuddling you. But I should, I can't afford to slack off if I want the baby born in peacetime," she sighs, pressing a last kiss to Lan Zhan's temple as she levers herself up reluctantly. 

Lan Zhan sets out her qugin and begins to play. The music is quite melancholy, but beautiful to listen to. It helps clear her head.

It's wonderful. It makes Wei Ying want to snuggle up all over again but no. Talismans. Weapons. Military research. Focus, Wei Ying. 

She manages to focus, even if the strokes of her brush tend to sync up much more closely with the rhythm of the song than they naturally would.