[Oh it's a Wen Ning! Lan Wangji's never actually seen him wield a sword in any capacity before, but it's a pleasant surprise to see him comfortably in the air. He is, quite honestly, still kind of adjusting to the sight of him alive. But of course that's no reason to be rude, so he nods, slowing down. They can take a leisurely surf-stroll through the... are there clouds?? THROUGH THE SKY.
PROM, THOUGH. He doesn't want to think about prom. He doesn't close his eyes, but the way he presses his lips together is--pained, to put it lightly. It's as understated as always, but he's clearly not happy.]
I am fine. Thank you. [(Is he though.) The first thing he'd done upon their return (while he nyoomed off to find Wei Wuxian and apologize profusely) was make sure that he'd had no lingering damages. From that, he could safely assume that no one else did either. He feels bad enough for causing harm in that world--if he'd found out any of it carried over here, he never would've forgiven himself.
Still, Wen Ning's situation was, and still is, unusual. So he glances over, appraising.] And you?
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PROM, THOUGH. He doesn't want to think about prom. He doesn't close his eyes, but the way he presses his lips together is--pained, to put it lightly. It's as understated as always, but he's clearly not happy.]
I am fine. Thank you. [(Is he though.) The first thing he'd done upon their return (while he nyoomed off to find Wei Wuxian and apologize profusely) was make sure that he'd had no lingering damages. From that, he could safely assume that no one else did either. He feels bad enough for causing harm in that world--if he'd found out any of it carried over here, he never would've forgiven himself.
Still, Wen Ning's situation was, and still is, unusual. So he glances over, appraising.] And you?