As before, the expansion and calming of Galahad's spiritual aura is nearly palpable. He is doing well, breathing in time with Lan Wangji. The incense has gone out now, and Xiaoxue has tucked itself into a small and warm bundle of life against Lan Wangji's ribcage. "Once you can sense our shared breath, you can sense, too, the interconnected nature of all things. The one produces the two. The two produces the three. The three produces the ten thousand things. Nature is in balance. Your mind reflects that balance."