Claudius has been talking about the little rabbits a lot. "I really do feel the responsibilities of fatherhood," he said last night. "Though of course rabbits are infinitely preferable to human children. For one thing, they both fit perfectly in one pair of arms. Beloved, you cannot imagine how soft they are." Galahad can't imagine. He desperately wants to know.

He also wants to talk to Lan Wangji. He uses the meditation lesson Lan Wangji taught Laurel all the time, and it's good for settling his thoughts; he's been thinking about panic attacks, about the way all the sounds blended together at the dance and he couldn't understand any words, about how he can't really protect Claudius here. About God, about his dreams from Luo Binghe.

When he hears Lan Wangji in his meditation room, Galahad hesitates in the doorway, his sketchbook held against his chest, and watches. The rabbits look so soft.