"Agreed, but keep me apprised." Huaisang mumbles into his arms, then forces himself up, sighing deeply before he gets to his feet, composing himself as the Sect Leader once again. "My stewards will provide anything you need, within reason. This is a martial sect, you won't find it difficult to find sparring partners. You may go where you please within Qinghe, though let someone know if you are going outside of the palace complex. If you need to go outside of the walls, that can be arranged. Let me know when, where, and for how long."

He barely slept last night. He's shaky and disoriented, sick with worry, even though he knows that nothing will change swiftly.