"Okay, Hanguang-jun," Magnus says. He encourages himself to relax further. He doesn't put much stock in other people telling him he's safe, generally, so that particular statement doesn't ping, specifically, for him. But Lan Wangji is safe, in a way that adult-shaped adults who feel like adults rarely are, and so Magnus feels it, deeper than the words he's saying. Magnus can sleep here, held like this. It'll be good. Restorative. He wants to. He--

--nods off.