[that sharp edge worries him-- but he's not sure he can say anything of it, in a place like this. not with what he himself has had to ask of wei wuxian, may have to ask of him again.]

I am, too. But... you should know things were different there. On that island, I... I felt weaker. I broke my hand trying to break through a heavy door. There wasn't as much resentful energy in me-- I couldn't have reattached anything I lost. He decapitated me, and it was... enough. But I feel like I have my usual strength again.

[he'll be all right. he thinks that fight earlier should hopefully prove it-- though wen ning could admittedly have made it faster. could have grabbed him by the throat as soon as he came in range, and squeezed, and that would be all.

but he hadn't wanted that for his opponent.

...and most of the time, wen ning wouldn't press. he wouldn't ask after wei wuxian cut himself off. but he tilts his head slightly-]

Young master Wei, I really.... what-?