[ He's as puzzled as ever; but he can certainly hear the conflict in the boy's voice. Were they friends once, and now bitter enemies? His instinct is to pat Jin LIng's shoulder, but his hands are full, one holding the boy and the other grasping the pegasus' reins. So he just pats his hand where it is, against Jin Ling's waist. ]

Keep in mind the flowing river and its villages. Whatever happened between the two of you, it might not have happened yet, from Wei Wuxian's point of view.

[ The pegasus' wings spread out, gliding. The white dome of the Iris Moon Government Center looms larger before them. ]

Perhaps the course of that river might be changed, also.