Wen Qing, main bar

[herb_and_needle]

Time is fluid within Milliways and Wen Qing has yet to learn this. It's been hours, maybe a day--two at most--since she was rescued from the dungeons of the Jin clan, though it's been longer down in the main bar. The room she was given (after discovering the generous payment Jīliè Yùwǔshì* had left for the treatment Wen Qing had provided) was nice and left nothing to be desired, and quite frankly, she had no desire to leave it and face life, but she realized that by giving in to despair she would give the Jin clan their final victory and she could not abide that. She also owed it to those who'd rescued her--and to her dead family--to live, and she'd been raised to always pay her debts.

So now she sits at the bar with a bowl of congee and steam vegetables, and a mug of bone broth to regain her health and strength. She also has tablet (a very strange device for her) with a zhōngwén translation of aurebesh. There is a batch of Bacta she means to learn to keep alive and thriving, if she can learn how. And if she can figure out how to turn the page.

(*'Fierce Jade Warrior', Wen Qing's courtesy name for Gamora.)
[tiny tag: Fives, Lan Wangji, Gamora, Wen Qing.]

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[thesecondjade]

"I will request tea," he said, and then turned to the nearest rat and waited for it's attention to get an order in. Then he turns back to Wen Qing and pulls something out of his sleeve.

"Abe no Seimei wished for this to be delivered to you." He hasn't invested the package or the letter, but he's not a nosy viper like some people. But once he sits down it's all hers.

[herb_and_needle]

She stares at the letter and package in confusion before tilting her head and looking to Lan Wangji.

"I do not know Abe no Seimei. Do you know why he is writing me?"

[thesecondjade]

"He is an ally of ours," Lan Zhan says as he waits for tea. "You do not know him, but he knew of you and your family."

He doesn't want to spell out he knew Wen Ning, but the implication is there.

[herb_and_needle]

She nods her head in acceptance and acknowledgment of Lan Wangji's generosity of words.

"I suppose I should open the letter and package then." She does so, reading the letter and then laying it on the table to open that package; a subtle tactic to allow Lan Wangji to read it if he wishes. She smells the ginseng to test its quality (it is of course excellent) and then pulls out the mala beads. Overwhelmed somewhat, she squeezed her fist around the beads and her eyes over her tears.

In a soft voice, she says, "I am joyful to learn Wen Ning knew so many good people here."