Lan Wangji has been consumed with his own thoughts; not drifting like a vessel on a lotus lake, but contemplating with purpose. Aornis mentioned her bad dreams, too, and Lan Wangji was quick, then, to warn her of Luo Binghe's possible influence. He may have been right, but he knows nothing of Aornis' history, of her possible enemies, of their abilities. A little wearily, he longs for home with a sharpness he has not felt in some days. Liberate, suppress, eliminate. Lan Wangji has always liked a clear set of rules. This will be nothing like the night-hunting he knows.

Mired in all of that, he is faintly startled to hear Galahad speak again, but he glances up again without showing it. "Yes. Now?"