Wu Yun doesn't understand how they went from trying to send the humans away to suddenly having a daughter, but since Wan Mi seemed to have miscalculated he might as well lean into it to annoy her.
He places a hand on her shoulder, in what he hopes is a fatherly gesture, and says, "She is, but you'll excuse my daughter, she has a tendency to run her mouth. I don't know if we're able to help your village, we need to continue our journey."
His fingers tighten on Wan Mi's bony shoulder, keeping her in place.
The old man sighs, and rubs his hands together, he turns back to look at the rest of the gathered audience with an anxious look.
He hears a sharp intake of breath behind of him, and knows what's going to happen but is powerless to prevent Lan Tian from speaking.
"What is happening with your village?"
Of course he would want to get involved. Wu Yun should know by now that there's no crying human baby, or old wrinkly man that Lan Tian doesn't want to make his problem.
