Her face shutters, the distress wiped off and replaced with a carefully neutral expression as her posture shifts, becoming poised and rigid.

"Thank you for your concern, but the circumstances of our confinement are not a matter you need to concern yourself with," she says, her voice clear and curt, not a waver to it. "It is an internal affair of the Qishan Wen sect, which I shouldn't have spoken of at all. I only sought to make you understand the urgency of the matter, and I would appreciate if we could now proceed with urgency..." The cold mask flickers. "...if you still wish to help.

Treason. The crime is treason for hiding and healing the only survivors of an enemy sect, and Wen Qing knows she can expect no compassion for such a crime. Treason is treason, no matter if it is driven by kindness.