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[At some point while Dan Feng is out and about, he'll return to his room to find a potted plant.

It's still moist from the marsh mud it was dug out from, but it's quite lively looking, with a few young purple-blue buds yet to bloom.

No he did not spend money to buy a plant, just the pot. He figured finding one locally would better ensure it handles the climate here. A little note with precise handwriting is attached.]

I believe this is something like a Marshland Iris, though I cannot be sure of the exact species. They're hardy and grow quickly as long as given plenty of water.

[Or whatever day this is happening.

Point is. About 1am the night of the Big Drama, Jing Yuan sends Dan Feng a text.]

On the way back. Did you eat?

[After texting that he'd be out late, Jing Yuan slips into the room late at night. There's something different about his footsteps -- a slightly shorter, lighter stride with a lower center of gravity. There's the slight jingle of metal jewelry, and that's the warning Dan Feng gets before Jing Yuan drapes himself over his shoulders.

His arms are slightly more slender than they were just earlier in the day, and there's substantially more soft flesh pressing against Dan Feng's back.]

Still awake?

[The voice is, in fitting with the rest, higher and a little less deep, but still Jing Yuan's warm tone.]

[ or something.

Wherever Dan Feng is sleeping-- maybe he's sleeping strangely deeply for once-- he might be surprised to find something warm climbing in next to him. It's a familiar scent (thought the undercurrent scent, faded with washing, of Another Dragon is probably undeniable to his nose).

A hand touches his hair, in any case. ]

Why is Yingxing like this

I am losing track of where I am keeping my books.

We need more space.

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Night 22/ early morning 23