I do. He is present here. ( A lovely beacon of sharp light and joy, known by far too many names. ) Sizhui of clan Lan.

( Perhaps there's a deepening to the corners of his mouth, like a cleaving, a nascent smile. He will not betray himself with such a confession. Only nods once, timidly, in the way of every parent who has learned that to flatter a child too profusely is to damn the family to a reputation of arrogance. )

He honours us.

( Not unlike praising him to the high mountains, for Lan Wangji. )