Though even then, he knows he doesn't need to. He knows well that whatever task Wei Wuxian sets himself to, he will put in his best effort.
Liebing makes an appearance, the pale jade flute pulled from the recesses of his robes and brought to his lips to play out a slow, soft melody. Gradually he weaves his energy into the notes, and it begins to feel like a brisk, winter wind blowing away the paranoia and fear.
Xichen's qi has always had a bit of a chilly bite to it, but with the change to his blood, it's become much more apparent. Ice crystals begin to form along his fingertips, clothes, and mouth, as if the Lan were not already strange and ethereal as-is.
Eventually the melody fades into the winter air and Xichen lowers the flut to his lap.
"...Does that help any?" he asks, banishing the apprehension from his voice, even as it hovers around the back of his throat.
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Though even then, he knows he doesn't need to. He knows well that whatever task Wei Wuxian sets himself to, he will put in his best effort.
Liebing makes an appearance, the pale jade flute pulled from the recesses of his robes and brought to his lips to play out a slow, soft melody. Gradually he weaves his energy into the notes, and it begins to feel like a brisk, winter wind blowing away the paranoia and fear.
Xichen's qi has always had a bit of a chilly bite to it, but with the change to his blood, it's become much more apparent. Ice crystals begin to form along his fingertips, clothes, and mouth, as if the Lan were not already strange and ethereal as-is.
Eventually the melody fades into the winter air and Xichen lowers the flut to his lap.
"...Does that help any?" he asks, banishing the apprehension from his voice, even as it hovers around the back of his throat.