He still has the torn strip in his hand; slowly, he winds it around his palm, slips off the little bundle, and tucks it into the unmarred sleeve, as carefully as Lan Zhan hangs up his forehead ribbon each night.
"But I have you for that now." He angles a lopsided smile at Lan Zhan. "Far better than an old bundle of cloth. You will humor my jokes and buy me wine, at least."
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He still has the torn strip in his hand; slowly, he winds it around his palm, slips off the little bundle, and tucks it into the unmarred sleeve, as carefully as Lan Zhan hangs up his forehead ribbon each night.
"But I have you for that now." He angles a lopsided smile at Lan Zhan. "Far better than an old bundle of cloth. You will humor my jokes and buy me wine, at least."