She wonders, if this Wei Ying were asked, if he would say Lan Wangji had failed him.
(She thinks probably not.)
Taking a deep breath, she lifts her beer but puts it down again almost instantly, her stomach tight.
"I know I caused you a great deal of distress. You and this Reverend Daughter both. If I could go back and keep myself from speaking...but I can't of course. The only thing I can do is offer you my help. If you wish it, Lan Wangji, I...I will see what I can of your future."
She's tense as a wire, but her brow is stubbornly furrowed in an expression Geralt would recognize from Kaer Morhen, from Lower Sodden, from Brokilon Forest. "I might be a shit oracle, but if there are answers, you may be able to find them."
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(She thinks probably not.)
Taking a deep breath, she lifts her beer but puts it down again almost instantly, her stomach tight.
"I know I caused you a great deal of distress. You and this Reverend Daughter both. If I could go back and keep myself from speaking...but I can't of course. The only thing I can do is offer you my help. If you wish it, Lan Wangji, I...I will see what I can of your future."
She's tense as a wire, but her brow is stubbornly furrowed in an expression Geralt would recognize from Kaer Morhen, from Lower Sodden, from Brokilon Forest. "I might be a shit oracle, but if there are answers, you may be able to find them."