You're already yelling for a healer before you even hit the docks, because, somehow, somehow, the body in your arms is still warm and drawing breath.
You know the basics of feeding someone spiritual energy, and the boy has soaked it all up like a sponge. He's a cultivator or something equivalent, has to be, with the way he clings to life still.
You lose track of things once you crash into the healing hall, everything a blur of activity centered on the body in your arms. You remember your own voice, demanding, "Just try. He wants to live, isn't that the most important thing?"
It's only when you've been shoved out the doors for the night, which somehow has already fallen late around you (it was daylight in the forest, still, afternoon but surely it hasn't been that long - ), that the weight of those words hits you.
He wants to live, isn't that the most important thing?
And you compare it to a hand dropping off a cliff, and...
It's the last time you go out looking for Wei Wuxian.
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You know the basics of feeding someone spiritual energy, and the boy has soaked it all up like a sponge. He's a cultivator or something equivalent, has to be, with the way he clings to life still.
You lose track of things once you crash into the healing hall, everything a blur of activity centered on the body in your arms. You remember your own voice, demanding, "Just try. He wants to live, isn't that the most important thing?"
It's only when you've been shoved out the doors for the night, which somehow has already fallen late around you (it was daylight in the forest, still, afternoon but surely it hasn't been that long - ), that the weight of those words hits you.
He wants to live, isn't that the most important thing?
And you compare it to a hand dropping off a cliff, and...
It's the last time you go out looking for Wei Wuxian.