On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

Galahad has never been to Lan Wangji's room before, but he knows this isn't the parlor Lan Wangji likes, where he sometimes sits with the rabbits. When they enter, he looks up at Lan Wangji uncertainly. The room is spare and clean, tidy in a way that makes perfect sense for Lan Wangji, but it also feels like a place that isn't meant for Galahad.