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The thing is: Wei Wuxian is trying.

As much as he complains about the guy, he knows Mo Xuanyu made an incredible sacrifice so he can be here. As much as he tries to not dwell on it, he knows Lan Zhan went through hell on his account. He should not be here, and he should not be supported, but he is, so... he's trying. Trying to build muscle onto a frame that's been underweight and underfed for far too long. Trying to strengthen a golden core that has never been properly cared for, as far as he can tell. Trying to not be a burden, a waste of all that effort.

So Wei Wuxian is out by the lakeside, meditating on the rocks.

And then, a little later, because the sun is warm and the sound of the water is soothing and he's still recovering from his (light) stabbing ... Wei Wuxian is snoozing on the rocks.

But he is trying. He'll try again once naptime is over.

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Elrond is walking along the lakeshore, slowly. Enjoying the sound of the water lapping against the sand.

Singing softly.

Wei Wuxian used to be the sort of fellow you'd need a full brass band to rouse before he was good and ready.

Things change.

Given a safe spot and comfy bedding he'll still try to sleep the morning away, but he's more easy to startle awake now. Turns out war and the nasty sequelae from it have a way of changing a lot of things.

So he wakes, confused and a little disoriented before he remembers his sun-sabotaged meditation attempt. That doesn't explain the singing though.

Elrond's voice is pleasant and clear and the song - an old song of the sea - fits it well, moving gently from deep notes to higher ones. Mirroring the movement of calm water, the rhythm of waves.

He walks around a large rock, coming into view.

Tunic, trousers, a long sleeved robe the colours of a winter morning.
Long, dark hair moving in the breeze.
Ancient eyes lit by the light of stars.

Well that's... not what he expected. His core is a weak, candle-flame of a thing (and he's both constantly jubilant it is there and constantly annoyed it is not more), but he can at least tell that this is not a human.

But also doesn't seem to be a threat, so that's nice. Goodness knows he's had quite enough of that. So he watches, curious, while attempting to catalog this stranger into the list of non-human entities he knows.

(He's not being terribly successful)

Elrond spots him and lifts a hand in greeting, calling out a "Well met."

His demeanor is relaxed and friendly. He is aware that the Man is watching him with intention and not just curiosity.

"Good..." He pauses, squints at the sky, and revises. "Afternoon. Lovely song." Is anyone going to be mad that he missed lunch if he didn't do anything all morning besides meditate and nap? He suspects no.

He hopes no, anyway.

"Thank you. I hope I did not rouse you?"

He sounds like he means it. Rest is important and it may take many forms.

"Mmm, no. I didn't come out here to sleep, anyway." Sure he woke up, but it's hardly a bother, and the goal wasn't to snooze in the sunshine. He'll never get this core into proper form if he does that.

"It's a good place to rest," Elrond offers. "Personally, I find the sound of the water very soothing."

"It is very nice, if too cold for my tastes." He'd be in the water if it wasn't for the (light) stabbing and the fact it is absolutely frigid - he has enough of that in Cloud Recesses, thanks.

"You grew up in warmer climates?" Elrond asks.

"The beach here is not unlike the one I grew up close to."

"Oh, that bit over there? That's not quite like home either - almost too warm, or at least too... overt about it. Yungmeng summers weren't ever remotely cold, but it was a humid warmth, rather than a frying pan." Wei Wuxian explains, breezily.

Elrond smiles at the explanation. "Yes, it does make one feel like a strip of roasting meat if one gets too comfortable for too long there" he agrees.

And then he introduces himself. "I am Elrond of Imladris. Well met here at border between land and sea."

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When he finds Wei-gongzi sleeping on a rock in the sunshine, Wen Ning is immediately worried that his friend (his friend!) is going to get sunburned and probably overheated. Fortunately, nature has provided measures against such things happening.

So he takes off his shoes, ties up his robes, rolls up his trousers and wades out into the lake searching for lotus leaves to provide some shade.

While he's not as hair-trigger as he used to be, Wei Wuxian sleeps much more lightly than he did before the war.

(He's so relieved he sleeps better now. Something about not being in constant low-level pain makes for better sleep, who knew?)

(Wen Qing. Wen Qing knew.)

So he's rousing, but slowly - the rock is still nice and warm, and there's nothing pinging as new or alarming in his senses, so... why abandon a nap you don't have to?

Wen Ning returns after a while, splashing through the water with a bunch of large green leaves that aren't lotus exactly, but at least water lily. Spread out nicely, they will make a useful parasol for the careless gongzi, too.

Wei Ying wakes to foliage. Since he fell asleep well clear of the greenery, he starts his post-nap existence with a very confused, very muddled set of sounds that might be words once he wakes up enough to properly form them.

The foliage is set up to give him shade, and there is somebody sitting beyond, simply existing adjacent to the foliage. He does hold on last bit leaf inn his hands, though.

Wei Ying cautiously edges out from under his unexpected leaf shade, squinting at the sunlight (so cruel, sun!).

"Wen Ning! When did you get here? And..." He looks back at the shade that somehow arrived when he wasn't paying attention raising his eyebrows.

"Hello, Wei-gongzi," Wenn Ning says with a little giggle. "I hope you slept well. I just came out from the bar and there you were, roasting away on that rock."

He waves the leaf in his hand at him.

"Aiya, still looking after me. At least now you don't have to sell radishes." Wei Ying huffs a laugh, pushing himself into a more proper posture. Somewhat proper. Not sprawled, anyway.

"I can't allow your brain to overheat," Wen Ning says, with a (for him) playful grin. "Far too valuable and important. My sister would -- disapprove."

Nobody wants Wen Qing's disapproval; no need to go into details what exactly she would do to them.

"Hahaha, aha, don't want to do anything she'd disapprove of." Wei Wuxian agrees, making a mental note not to go anywhere near the infirmary until he's completely over the (light) stabbing. She'd just be upset, and it's not really Jin Ling's fault, and he's fine, really.

Really.

"No, me neither," Wen Ning says. "I might be a scary fierce corpse and you the even scarier Yiling Laozu, but we must do what she says. Always."

That's just natural.

"Mmm." Wei Ying nods, fervent. "Oh, but have you seen how they draw the 'Yiling Laozu' these days? It's a crime, Wen Ning, an absolute disgrace."

Honestly, how can he be expected to bear these burdens?