It was worse, somehow, to have seen her own memory again just two weeks before. To have seen that injury fresh, and now see it as if, somehow, he had survived it. Her eyes filled with tears, and she had to swallow several times, but she managed,

"Yes! A-Qing is here. I'm alright, I'm alright."

He couldn't be allowed to feel guilt for anything. She let go of his clothing as he turned, so she could reach for the hand not holding the sheathed sword instead. Grabbed it, and tugged with trembling fingers until his fingers were loosely resting on her shoulder. "Daozhang was holding a ticket, when he arrived. Can I see it?"