"I think we're all just grateful the child wasn't harmed." 

"Well, yes. What is it with the Nie and teacups anyway?" 

"The Nie and teacups?" 

"Remember that time back at Cloud Recesses when my sister accidentally got yours drunk? We'd been serving the alcohol in teacups to hide the rule-breaking and she sipped from one because she was fooled. It was Nie Huasang's idea." 

"I see. I suspect that this was just a coincidence." 

"I guess. It's a weird coincidence, though." 

Agreeable nodding. "I will pass our appreciation on to the healer. Are there any other messages the Sect Leaders would wish to be conveyed?"

"Just our thanks, I think." 

"If they have any insight into why A-Zhan has such an unusual reaction to alcohol, I would love to know. Aside from that, no." 

He'll look into it.

Lan Zhan wakes to a grinding headache and a conspicuous gap in her memory of last night.

Her hand flies to her stomach. She feels the energy of the life inside her, as faint and gentle a presence as it ever has been, and that's it; she probably wouldn't know if something had gone wrong --

Lan Zhan shakes her wife awake. "Wei Ying. Wei Ying."

Wei Ying is covered in little bits of bush and her hair is...well, there are combs???

"Hmuh?" she asks inarticulately. She is not the fastest riser at this hour.

"Wei Ying, what happened? The baby?"

"Right. Right." She rubs her eyes. "The baby's fine, healers said so. Remember that guy who was being shitty to Yao-ge instead of taking Xue Yang to the dungeons, the first time we arrived at the Unclean Realm? He decided to send us spiked tea to get back at me for telling on him to Chifeng-zun. I beat him up about it and then rushed off to see if the baby was okay and the baby was okay." 

She inhales shakily, fists tight at her side. "Positive?"

"Positive." Hug. "I would probably have tried to kill that guy if I wasn't." 

"...your hair?"

"Huh?" her hand comes up to her hair. "--Oh, right! So, uh, you found this stall selling jewelry, and you kept putting combs in my hair until I distracted you." 

Oh NO. Lan Zhan's ears turn pink.

"You look beautiful," she takes great pains not to mumble.

Nuzzle. "You always think I look beautiful."

Nuzzle! "I am always correct." She begins gently working the combs out from Wei Ying's poor hair, gracefully making sure not to tug.

Wei Ying helps, considerably less careful. 

"You also bought all the toys." 

Toys. What toys?

"Look in your sleeves," she suggests. 

She looks in her sleeves, and finds approximately a town's worth of toys suitable for small children stuffed inside. 

Lan Zhan holds up one of the many little rattle drums and blinks at it.

"Excessive," she comments at last, though she doesn't seem displeased.