"It's not like I don't have faith in them. I'm just going down to check on their progress."
[You don't have to worry about that. I'm sure Meng Nian or Yu Song will come running once they've made decent progress. So give yourself that little time to rest.]
Qingran pouted as she relaxed on the pillow, if she kept insisting Lingquan might give her another mission.
"Very well.."
Lingquan made a satisfied sound and rolled to the side bed to lay down beside her, curling up like a smug little guardian spirit. [Good. Finally, you're learning to delegate.]
"I've always delegated.." Qingran argued half-heartedly. "Just... selectively."
[That's not delegation. That's micromanaging.]
She didn't respond to that. Mostly because he was right, and she was too tired to mount a defense. Her body was still recovering, her muscles sore beneath the surface, as if they remembered every step she'd taken through blood and smoke to reach where she was right now.
