Xiaoling and the Arbiter returned to the Hall and their designated seats shortly after. Weisheng raised his eyes to glance at Xiaoling as she took her seat quietly. He raised an eyebrow, but she didn't notice; he made faces, but she didn't notice. He cleared his throat, thinking her attention would return to him, but she was busy stacking scrolls by the corner of his desk.
Being so extra was hard on his ego, so Weisheng dropped his head back into the scrolls he had been reading before her return.
As soon as he continued work, she murmured, "Do you want me to grind ink for you?"
Weisheng dumbfoundedly looked at her, "Absolutely not." He murmured and sighed, "I can grind it for you, though."
