“What’s so funny about a proposal?” Dirk muttered, as Talia held a hand to her lips to stifle a giggle.
“Nothing,” Talia murmured back through her fingers. “It’s the sweetest thing, and I wish them all the best. But you need to have a long talk with that young man. He has a lot to learn about what women really think is attractive. And how it’s different, for sighing over and for marriage.”
Her tall, straw-blond, really-not-court-handsome husband blinked. And chuckled. “Used to being second-best, hmm? Thank you, love. I’ll catch him later, when some of the shock wears off. Hopefully before he starts second-guessing everything.”
Though from the amused determination radiating from Nie Zonghui, and Wei Wuxian’s sparkle of delighted mischief, the other cultivators weren’t about to let Nie Huaisang get lost in his own doubts. “Hao!” Wei Wuxian grinned, fist raised in the air as he winked at Mina, then Huaisang. “Hao, hao, hao!”
“Good,” Lan Wangji echoed, quiet but firm. “The living must live.” He lowered his voice, but Talia still caught it. “It is not good to spend too much time with the dead.”
Talia squinted, then took a deliberate deep breath. Of course. No one got over someone I care about has an inconvenient Gift in a few days. Sometimes not ever.
Though she had hopes Lan Wangji would soon see sense. After all, last he’d known before meeting Wei Wuxian again in Valdemar, the Ghost-Speaker had been hiding behind a wall of ghosts and the walking dead. That would seem like too much time with the dead, if he didn’t know how very much Wei Wuxian had entwined himself with Wen Ning and the rest of the surviving sect. She’d have to have a talk with him. Likely while Dirk was reassuring Nie Huaisang that yes, a smart, pretty, and wonderful girl like Mina really could love him just for himself-