It is with some muted relief that Lan Wangji begins to pack up his qin again, although the fact of that relief comes with an additional pang of guilt. He sits with the white-wrapped instrument across his lap for a moment, and then sets it aside so that he can turn to Magnus. He isn't certain where to begin, or if he even should begin. Something is hurting Magnus; is it him, or the mere fact of Shen Yuan's death, or the fear of what Aornis may do, or all of it at once? Because he is uncertain, he says nothing.