[ ...sexual obligations. Slave-whores, denied their freedom and the dignity of control over their own bodies, the sketch of their form. The fog of Lan Wangji's cold indifference dispels in small, tentative degrees, the stiff lines of his shoulders breaking, arms shuddering slightly at his side.
He regroups, approaching the man before him with barely residual restraint, as if the stranger were one of the curious but forgiving bunny that Lan Wangji adopted from their fluffy ranks. This man might need no fond caretaker, but he has suffered, by his own word, enough to deserve protection the likes of which even Lan Wangji can offer. ]
You are safer here.
[ Not safe by anything but tender estimate, but still an improvement on his previous circumstances. A — guest of the city is afforded at least the base freedoms of an animal, restricted only by his cage.
Lan Wangji nods, this time in perfunctory greeting: ]
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He regroups, approaching the man before him with barely residual restraint, as if the stranger were one of the curious but forgiving bunny that Lan Wangji adopted from their fluffy ranks. This man might need no fond caretaker, but he has suffered, by his own word, enough to deserve protection the likes of which even Lan Wangji can offer. ]
You are safer here.
[ Not safe by anything but tender estimate, but still an improvement on his previous circumstances. A — guest of the city is afforded at least the base freedoms of an animal, restricted only by his cage.
Lan Wangji nods, this time in perfunctory greeting: ]
Name? Healer.