"I should- maybe go. Soon. Is there anything else I can do, somehow, Wei-guniang? I'm not sure if I c- could sneak back in here again..."

"I think we're okay. Thank you so much for the medicine." 

She nods and shuffles off, really not feeling like she helped at all.

"Still scared?"

Headshake. 

"I'm so sorry about your sister." 

"Missing. She might live."

Maybe. She might be alive but hurt. She might be dying right now, while Lan Zhan does nothing to find her or save her.

"I hope so. I can't imagine, if anything happened to Shijie--she had better be alright." HUG

The hug is slightly painful, but Lan Zhan doesn't mind. She nods. 

"Wen Chao whipped you. Are you bleeding?"

"I don't think so."

Due to who Wei Ying is as a person, she proceeds to lean back slightly and open the front of her dress to get a look at the whip mark. 

!!!

Conveniently, blood loss makes an excellent excuse for slumping over in gay shockpanic and nearly Passing The Fuck Out.

"Ah! Lan Zhan!"

Wei Ying does not bother to close her dress before she lunges forward to catch Lan Zhan and hug her. 

Lan Zhan makes a choking noise and jerks in her arms, her heart quite literally and painfully skipping a beat.

"Lan Zhan!?!?!?" HUG. INADVERTENT BOOBSQUISH. 

WHEEZE.

Is this a qi deviation. Lan Zhan thinks she's qi deviating. What the fuck. What the FUCK. Oh god Wei Ying's boobs are so soft oh no oh NO

"Lan Zhan are you okay??? What's wrong??? You have to tell me, Lan Zhan, I can't fix it if you don't tell me!" 

HNrnrnnngh boobs still on chest oh n. o. Oh no. This is definitely causing her to loose blood more rapidly Lan Zhan is definitely going to Actually Die from overexposure to Wei Ying's bare breasts which are STILL THERE RIGHT THERE AND TOUCHING HER AAAAA

"Hhh," she attempts. 

"Don't you dare die on me, I'll never forgive you if you die, I'll--I'll loiter by your grave like some kind of reverse ghost!"

"F- ine," Lan Zhan gasps, blinking rapidly. (Breasts. Wei Ying's breasts. They're so delicate and cute and soft and Lan Zhan wants to Bite Them oh NO. Oh No.) She-- coughs -- and something wet drips over her upper lip.

Wei Ying makes a panicked sound and tears off part of her own sleeve to press against Lan Zhan's nose. 

Oh no Wei Ying's hand is very nearly over her mouth, that's, hot, oh no, oh No,, , ,, ,,

Lan Zhan makes a muffled noise that is definitely not a moan and then -- faints.

When she wakes up she is lying on her side on the floor, with Wei Ying hovering over her in Concern and her dress closed again. 

Lan Zhan's ears burn. It's hard to accept that any of what she remembers actually happened. (What the fuck. What the Fuck.) Perhaps the dog carried some strange venom that induced hallucinations, and none of that was real. Perhaps Lan Zhan did not in fact demolish her dignity just moments ago.

"Wei Ying," she mumbles, guilty. Wei Ying looks wretchedly concerned.

"Lan Zhan! Are you alright?" Wei Ying had been so terrified that Lan Zhan would never wake up again, she almost cries with relief. She wants to walk over to that horrible dog, damn her fear, and twist its awful head off. But that would involve not hovering over Lan Zhan. What if she needs something. 

"Fine," she whispers. Does being ostensibly-dog-poisoned qualify as a worthy excuse to gently touch Wei Ying's cheek, probably not. It's so tempting. Ripping both of their robes back open is Also Tempting.

No, focus. "Apologies for alarming you. No more danger."

"Oh thank goodness," she says, slumping in relief. She takes one of Lan Zhan's hands and gently squeezes it. "You're not allowed to die."