[When their eyes meet, he could swear there's something pained there, even if only briefly. So much for not hurting Lan Zhan, he can feel his heart sink into his stomach, but his smile remains, softened around the edges.]
If they're simple, no harm in sharing them.
[Surely, he can handle a night of meditation or recitation. Maybe a bowl of bland vegetable soup. He'd even copy down all of the Lan sect's rules in quiet contemplation if it would make Lan Zhan happy.
He hasn't moved to pick up the pile of clothing on the floor or dress just yet, studying that stony expression.]
no subject
If they're simple, no harm in sharing them.
[Surely, he can handle a night of meditation or recitation. Maybe a bowl of bland vegetable soup. He'd even copy down all of the Lan sect's rules in quiet contemplation if it would make Lan Zhan happy.
He hasn't moved to pick up the pile of clothing on the floor or dress just yet, studying that stony expression.]
Are you sure? There's nothing you want?