The Wen Sect contingent is approaching the Cloud Recesses, and Wen Chao has a smirk on his face that's even stupider than average for a Wen Chao facial expression.
Whine. "Yours, ahh, yours. I - mm."
Those are too many hot things at once, Wen Ying is being too good to her. Lan Zhan moans softly.
"Come for me, Wen-furen."
It takes about a minute to come back to herself and open her eyes, hazy with pleasure and contentment. "Wen Ying," she whispers. "Wen-zongzhu, may I move to touch you."
She wants to hold her wife close. She wants to stroke her hair. She wants to fuck her, if that's what Wen Ying wants. Anything Wen Ying wants. Lan Zhan loves her so much.
"Don't move your leg or your torso," she says immediately. "You may move your arms freely."
Yes, good. The rest of her will stay so, so still. (Lan Zhan enjoys control exercises and meditations on physical restraint even when they aren't extremely sexy, which this extremely is.)
Hairpetting comes first, and then pulling Wen Ying down for another kiss. She loves her.
Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss.
"You're so good, so so good," she breathes against her wife's lips.
Kiss kiss. She strokes Wen Ying's breasts, her shoulders, and then slides her hand down.
She is exquisitely careful not to wriggle in any ways that would disturb any of Lan Zhan's injuries.
They can both be so, so careful. For as long as Wen-zongzhu likes.
Carefulness is so, so important.
Of course, doing one thing all day can be disrecommended, and other things are good besides stress-testing how careful they can be in situations of heightened distraction. Like maybe putting Lan Zhan's head in her lap and reading her poetry while petting her hair.
That is indeed very very good. Lan Zhan closes her eyes and listens and smiles.
Wen Ying has to nip off briefly to fetch both of them dinner, but otherwise can spend the entire rest of the day with her wife. The next day she has to nip off for a few more getting-things-settled errands.
"I've officially ordered the withdrawal of Wen troops from Gusu," she tells her wife when she returns. "There are going to be trials for the people involved with the invasion but not for anyone who just happened to be stationed there afterwards. Do you think that'll be enough to get the survivors to come out of hiding?"
“Many of them. Some may not have access to news...”
"I mean, presumably they'll be able to observe that there are no Wens around anymore."
“Depends. Not all those hiding will be able to see.”
"Yeah, I dunno." Flop. Snuggle. "Can you think of anything else helpful I could be doing?"
They shouldn't send more Wens to look for her brother. If he is alive, he's done well at avoiding those so far.
But she really wants to send someone to look for him.
"I will write a letter to Uncle." Assuming that he's still alive. He should be.
"I'll find a courier who isn't part of the sect to send it. Or maybe I could send it home with Nie Huaisang and ask him to ask Chifeng-zun to send someone."
And then Wen Ying gets up to bring Lan Zhan a portable writing desk and paper and brushes and ink so that she can write without getting up and moving around, and then fetches a dizi and starts playing the song Lan Zhan hummed to her back in the cell.
That will result in some intensely adoring gazing from Lan Zhan.
She writes her letter. She explains that Wen Ying, who had nothing to do with the attack on Cloud Recesses, has taken over the Qishan Wen. Wen Ruohan is dead, Wen Chao is dead, Wen Xu is captured. Wen troops have withdrawn from Gusu; this is Wen Ying's doing.
She hopes that Uncle is well. She hopes that Brother is well and has been found. She is sure that Wen Ying will send her own missives out to the other sects very soon.
There can be some intensely homoerotic mutual adoring gazing going on, then.
Wen Ying reads the letter over her shoulder when she's done. "I probably should get on writing those," she muses. "But maybe not right this moment."
Right this moment: SNUGGLES.
Snuggles! Snuggles for as long as Wen Ying wants.
Although at some point Lan Zhan would in fact like to send out this letter. That can be done with as brief an interruption to snuggling as possible.
Then after Wen Ying has had a satisfactory (for now) amount of wifely snuggles, she can nip out with the letter to find Nie Huaisang again.