“Yes, you’re Nie, even the most fluttery of you can charge straight through a battlefield when you’re qi deviating and out of your minds,” Wen Qing grumped. “So make sure he charges this way. I’m going to be checking everyone who had contact with that river – stop grinning, Wei Wuxian, so help me, that includes you.”
“I’ll make sure he gets there, Jiejie,” Wen Ning volunteered.
Wei Wuxian gasped, and swayed as if he might faint dead away, making the children giggle. “Betrayed! No, no, it’s too much-!”
“That’s fine, Cousin Wei.” Wen Ning winked at the youngsters, with a small, bright smile. “I can carry all of you.”
Tiny hands flung up into the air. “Yaaaayyyy!”
“Noooo!” Wei Wuxian fell dramatically back into Wen Ning’s waiting arms. “I’m too young to die! I’m too handsome to die! Lan Zhan, saaaave meeeee!”
The commotion had halted even Talia in full diplomatic flow mid-word. “Ah. Is he really-?”
The tips of Lan Wangji’s ears were red. “Wei Ying requires medical attention.”
Wei Wuxian sighed as Wen Ning hefted them all. “Not you too….”
Alberich slanted a glance at Crathach, as the healer finished aiming patients toward Wen Qing and rejoined him. :Is he that badly hurt?:
:Eh. Yes and no?: The Mindhealer waved a hand, roping him into keeping the small group of Blues from straying off to examine the whole village. There’d be time for that later, after they were free of malevolent leftovers. :He is hurt, and he should be in bed. But he’s trying not to worry the children… and honestly, most of what he needs is rest. I do want to check his channels, they likely could use extensive attention. But if it hasn’t killed him yet, it won’t kill him today – and I’m more likely to get his cooperation if his own Healer thinks I’m an ally.:
:And you want to see her poke people with needles,: Alberich smirked.