He looked up at her and frowned. "No," he said quietly.

"I felt...helpless out there, and I...let a sect member die." He pinched his lips together and reached out to just barely touch her hand. Losing one of his own was still an open wound, he'd discovered.

Then he sat up and shook himself, his usual grin coming out again. "But I'm good now, right? He'll be back, and you won't even have to heal him. Which reminds me, I had an odd thought while we were waiting for the train to come back."

"If I were to buy eyes from the train, do you think you could give daozhang his sight back?" And now she knows why he hasn't gone and bought wine...