"Yeah, but," says Magnus, frowning still. "We did something, right?" This is directed at Sagramore. He scratches the back of his neck. "Something specific came up, right? Something about what Aornis^* can--"

He breaks off, the memory of the hair on the back of his neck raising hitting him, but he can't for the life of him place why, but one thing is clear. He looks at Lan Wangji. "And then I found you and told you about whatever it was too, right?"

*Triple ping!