“So many noisy people,” Talia murmured to Rolan, as the two of them did their best to ghost away across the field. Alberich and Dirk were there, and Elcarth had come out now that the guards were less frantic; between the three of them they could handle Kerowyn and Lan Wangji. By Fetching ropes around them until they couldn’t move, if it came to that.
Not that Lan Wangji should take too much handling. Physically. Emotionally he was a ball of misery; spiky like a little’s first attempts with a spindle and wool trimmings as he bit back yet another secret. One he’d somehow gained in the less than a candlemark he’d been missing, which meant it had to be about Wei Wuxian. Drat.
For now she’d have to let Kellen work on him. Anyone so wrapped up in his own problems he hadn’t grabbed onto his own lifebonded for dear life, needed a lot of warmth to get him to talk.
Not to mention, there are two people in this mess, Talia thought dryly, and Wei Wuxian didn’t steal his beloved away, either.
Which was why she was sneaking off with Rolan. Lan Wangji had Kellen to help. Who did Wei Wuxian have?
Not Nie Huaisang. They’re friends, but… he’s caught up in politics here. And they both knew he would be. Wei Wuxian’s hurt, he’s grieving – he’s going to lock up his heart, and head back to his duty. Back to the Wens.
Unless she could catch him first. “You think he’s still here, old friend?”
Rolan snorted gently, and bobbed his head as they walked. Slowed a step, as they hit the stone footing of one of the bridges over the Terrilee, and rolled an eye back.
Talia glanced down the cobbled path, and wrinkled her nose at a stalker in Healer greens. “I thought everyone was going to be distracted.”