It is, truly, a startling change. Harrow is -- Harrow, sharp and brittle and brilliant, awkward but true in her kindness, and Wei Wuxian became so used to the sorrow at her heart that he hardly noticed it any longer. Now it is gone, and she is lit so bright by his absence.

"I hope you will not conjure a skeleton to smack me," he says as he sets his chin in his hand, "but... ah, what was it you said?"

He affects Harrow's deadpan -- or tries to, when he still cannot stop smiling.

"What a lovely and extraordinary surprise that none could have foreseen."