On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

Lan Wangji thinks about the question, sure that Galahad won't mind the wait. He imagines that Magnus wouldn't like this, that if he hasn't told Lan Wangji, then there is a reason for that. But he also knows how sour things can turn when feelings are kept secret, how well-meaning assumptions can threaten to break things that would have been whole otherwise. "No," he says finally. "I think not."