Lan Wangji trusts that Galahad knows to wait without him instructing it, and that he knows to stay in place, because he himself would know if their positions were reversed. He nods again and stands, to leave in search of whatever he can find for Galahad.
It is less than an incense time before he returns, a tray balanced in one hand. He's brought a small bowl of that herbal soup he had this morning, two inexplicable mung bean cakes, and a pot of slightly weak tea. The pot and cups are the ones Claudius conjured into existence with his borrowed celestial abilities.
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Date: 2024-04-01 01:01 am (UTC)It is less than an incense time before he returns, a tray balanced in one hand. He's brought a small bowl of that herbal soup he had this morning, two inexplicable mung bean cakes, and a pot of slightly weak tea. The pot and cups are the ones Claudius conjured into existence with his borrowed celestial abilities.