On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

Lan Wangji catches the smile, and without mirroring it, mirrors the sentiment. He takes a slow drink of his tea and assembles his memory of his walk with that other Claudius. "He had found steadfast companions and was known as the Warrior of Light." That title still comes near to snagging his face into a smile after all. "In a place called Ul'dah, he was accused of murder by poison." He meets Galahad's gaze there, well aware of the irony of that detail of the story.