He thinks of the night Lan Zhan arrived at the inn; the duet they played after Wei Wuxian's flute was fine-tuned. Even then, his heart soared, and now --

It is right that their spiritual tools should rest side by side when Lan Zhan visits. That is all he can think. It is right.

"I will ask Madam Bar," he says, and feels his smile grow. "And I will have it by tonight."