Wei Ying's cheerful conversation washes over him as they walk, he himself content to listen and make the occasional sound of encouragement.

Three years since the clifftop at Nightless City. Longer still, since that night in the rain at Qiongqi Way.

He'd thought this lost forever.

Lantern light shines through the window of the inn, guiding them in. When they reach it, he opens the door and holds it for the other man to pass through first.