There's some answering light in Lan Wangji's own eyes -- enough for Claudius to see it, which is what matters. He looks down at Xiaoxue, who appears entirely relaxed now, acclimated to the both of them, and sets one careful hand atop its head. As he suspected, he can feel the faint rumble of the rabbit purring, gently chattering its teeth. "Xiaoxue is wise," he says in fond agreement.