[pfsb]

[acrookedpath]

It is well past wǔ hour -- nearly noon, by the inn's reckoning -- when Wei Wuxian wakes back up to shuffle downstairs.

His robes are rumpled. He's secured his hair back in a simple, untidy ponytail, strands of hair ecaping from all sides. Muffling a yawn against the back of his hand, he bows to Madam Bar and asks for the strongest pot of tea she can provide -- he cannot sleep the whole day, after all, and he certainly must be awake for whenever Lan Zhan returns.

Not only does Madam Bar give him a pot of tea almost as big as his head, but it's accompanied by a hefty ceramic cup as large as two fists stacked together. Bold reds, greens, and golds swirl across one side to form an elegant wall of text: RISE AND SHINE, BITCHES.

He is still tired enough to find this absolutely hilarious, if his snickering is anything to go by.

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[blue_ajah]

“Yes?” she replies.

[acrookedpath]

"Do not use my friends against me as you did."

Very readable now: a tight, simmering fury that has never been too far away throughout this conversation.

"Ever again."

[blue_ajah]

The Aes Sedai studies his expression, then inclines her head to him, very slightly.

“I understand.”

Hopefully it will not be necessary in the future, she thinks.

[acrookedpath]

Which, he knows, is not the same as a yes for someone oath-bound to speak the truth.

Well. Lan Zhan is already not fond of Moiraine after what Wei Wuxian told him. If she wishes to approach him and find out just how much they both dislike her --

Well.

He turns back to his tea without another word.

[blue_ajah]

She slips from the barstool and gathers up the folders, then nods to him in farewell and glides gracefully away, across the room toward the table she had left vacant before.

It does not take her long to collect her things. Very soon afterward, the front door closes behind her with a soft 'click.'