"Lan Zhan's robes are too big for me," says Wei Wuxian with the certainty of a man who's worn them before. What else does he need? "Just to get out of the rain for a while," he says. Perhaps burrow under Lan Wangji's bed linens and scandalize Lan Qiren a world away.

His thoughts turn to that little home they'd sheltered in after the battle, a humble dwelling made cozy by a fire and furs and Lan Wangji. "Too bad you have no hearth."