On such a raging night with a blowing wind, one could be forgiven for odd flashes of mood.  Perhaps Wei subtly relaxed, hands around her cup as if it were of warming tea, understanding the wild and lightning quick change of mood in Li.  Remembering the quickness of his rescue of the cup earlier, she judged it so.<br/><br/>Grateful for the gentle musings of Wu, Wei turned to him with a warm smile.  "Your words are already a balm to our ears, brother.  Please, carry on."<br/><br/>Pray, indeed.  The music was beginning to grate on her nerves, voices were welcome.