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Her gaze shifted from him and to the wall, then, the floor, followed by her feet. Lan was betting she was making things worse, but she was not going to give up. That's what she told herself anyway.

Problem was it was hard to say exactly why she wanted the old Mengyao back so to speak. She trusted him and valued his opinions, no matter how he might have infuriated her, he was typically honest. He was someone she counted a friend.
She just sucked at saying it. Too bad now she was thinking it was one of those times she had to.

".... Because."

It was a start.

"Because I value your time and company. Your honesty." A heavy sigh she tacked on the part that was always hard for her to articulate. "I consider you a friend."

That was not an answer she'd been hoping for. Well, less answer more a statement. "'Not fit to be a friend.'" A loud huff, Lan debated picked up something at tossing it at him. "I have known you for many years, you might anger me though you just as quickly would not seek to see me suffer. Out of all those we are forced to share company with, you're the one that would point out a flaw and remind of appearances. Despite your... manner I have grown too fond of your company; to simply let you waste away like some dying animal would make me the poor friend."

Arms crossed she remained. "The one who gets to determine your merit as a friend is not yourself. I determine that. And reguardless, I find you.. of merit. Even if you and that fan are insufferable at times."

A small blush as her cheeks puffed out in a pout. "Well I hope so. Besides, that just shows you're a friend." A small poke to his shoulder, Lan sighed. "Will you try at least? To not lock yourself up like this?"

A halfhearted pout as he kissed her temple, Lan looked up at him and gave him a stubborn look. "I should hope so. Not seeing you waving your fan about or makinf snide remarks- It's queer." Going over to give him a small, if awkward hug, she pulled away with a sigh.

"...Always so melodramatic."

Puffing up a bit, Lan nodded. "Good. I will hold you to this Mengyao. Who else is going to tell me when my hips look huge after all?" A small glance to the door she looked abck to him. "But you- you'll be alight? Nothing is wrong?"

A small hit of worry was buried under a mask of acceptance. "Very well." A bow she hesitated if only for a second. "If you keep this up though, I will have you dragged out." Not that she could. Yet it was a light, joking threat. At worst she'd try to steal his fan.

"Take care of yourself Mengyao. I mean it."