He let a sect member die. Right. Wen Qing's own face tightens, her hands folded together, knuckles tight enough to go white.

"You didn't let anyone die," she says, her voice a little too curt maybe to count strictly as comforting, though it is certainly intended as such. But her own frustration is bubbling up at the thought, at the shock she had felt when she learned of it by overhearing an offhand mention. "I don't know what happened down there with you two but I know you."

He may not be the Wei Wuxian of her own world but there are some things she is convinced remain the same across universes. Such as knowing the kind of man he is. That he would immediately think of helping someone else after failing to save another only proves it.

It's an urge she feels herself sharing, so she lets herself think about it instead of immediately dismissing it... "An eye transplant is something Baoshan Sanren did, and I'm no Baoshan Sanren," she cautions, "but there are many healers and doctors here. Baoshan Sanren did it all by herself. I... Normally I would say I can't but we shouldn't dismiss a chance to do good without trying."