[he's not surprised that she understands. of course she does. of all the people in the world, she and lan zhan are the only two who've really tried to understand him. even at his worst.]

You can be there.

[oh, there's definitely more practical things that she could oversee - the food, for example, because to leave wei wuxian in charge of it is going to leave their guests with more than a hangover from too much wine. but he wouldn't dare put her to work that way. and he's telling the truth. everything would be made beautiful and perfect just by her being there.

wei wuxian's brows go up at that question, his mouth opening slowly. don't mind him, he's just picturing that. the soft white fur, the elegant ears. a tail as white and fluffy as the 'cloud' in cloud recesses. be still his bunny heart.]

Ah, no, no. Lan Zhan isn't a puca. [his laugh tapers off as he scratches his cheek. is it just him or is the day suddenly warmer?] He's a witch. Physically he doesn't look any different. Except he might seem a little older. But with Lan Zhan it might be hard to text, He's always seemed older than his years.