Lan Zhan takes a moment to answer, as if somehow Hector will read the thoughts flitting through his head of Wei Ying and their home and the unspeakable things they have been doing within said home.

"Well," he finally offers, stuffing down more stalks until the bucket is full and carefully making his way over to where Hector stands. "Enjoy the house. Enjoy the quiet," he says, looking across the field to where their modest, lovely home stands.

"Will be putting Master's portrait up, as promised."