“We’re not a clan, you’re not a clan leader, and I’m not your wife,” Wen Qing snaps, wiping her hands on her skirts and looking down at him, which he knows she likes to do, so he doesn’t feel too chastened by it. “It’s been nine days since the last time one of our people was snatched off the path, and he lost an ear before we could get to him. But you’re right, why not get comfortable?” Wei Wuxian cocks his head. “So you admit they’re our people?”