The sound to Wei Ying's voice, that desperate quaver, rips through him like a blade.
He has never in his life wanted so badly to break down a door.
"Wei Ying."
But Wei Ying knows - has to know, by now - that Lan Wangji would not mind being woken. Would want to help. Has helped, before. And still, he has locked himself away in another room to hide, rather than --
What should he do? What? He feels panic take him by the throat and squeeze as he frantically tries to think of what would be the best thing, what Wei Ying needs most in this moment, and then the right question hits him.
What would Jiang Yanli do?
A-Xian. He can almost hear her soft whisper, and has to fight the urge to check the room for a gentle ghost.
"Take your time," he says, quietly, hoping he is doing the right thing. "You are not fine, but you will be. Take whatever you need."
After one more moment of hesitation, he moves away from the door and begins to light a few lanterns. Just a few; just enough to paint the room with soft, warm light.
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He has never in his life wanted so badly to break down a door.
"Wei Ying."
But Wei Ying knows - has to know, by now - that Lan Wangji would not mind being woken. Would want to help. Has helped, before. And still, he has locked himself away in another room to hide, rather than --
What should he do? What? He feels panic take him by the throat and squeeze as he frantically tries to think of what would be the best thing, what Wei Ying needs most in this moment, and then the right question hits him.
What would Jiang Yanli do?
A-Xian. He can almost hear her soft whisper, and has to fight the urge to check the room for a gentle ghost.
"Take your time," he says, quietly, hoping he is doing the right thing. "You are not fine, but you will be. Take whatever you need."
After one more moment of hesitation, he moves away from the door and begins to light a few lanterns. Just a few; just enough to paint the room with soft, warm light.