Galahad's eyes shut, his young face turning smooth and his aura palpably calming. His breathing slows and deepens. It almost makes Lan Wangji smile to witness it. He remains alert, to keep an eye on Galahad, but he matches his breathing to Galahad's, a small reminder to both of them that this is a moment they are in together. He could be meditating with his brother, or even with Sizhui; there are, he is realizing here, a thousand ways to brush up against the reality of another human spirit, none of them quite the same but nearly all of them worth nurturing. He drinks his slowly-cooling tea, maintains quiet awareness of his companion, and lets the bustle of the room wax and wane apart from them.