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[leng]

My my, cold hearted child, tell me how you feel
Just a blade in the grass, spoke unto the wheel
My my, cold hearted child, tell me where it's all gone
The luster of your bones, those arms that held you strong.

- Ben Howard - The Fear

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[leng]

Oh?

Is there something that would assuage Wei Ying's worries?

[flauted]

perhaps if i were to find someplace to stay through the worst of it...

[leng]

Wei Ying is always welcome with me. Though it may be cold in the mountain, I would see to it than he were always warm.