On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

There it is. Lan Wangji sips his tea again, warm with that, too, and continues. "His band of warriors came apart in the aftermath, but he saved a sixteen-year-old boy, Alphinaud. They went to Ishgard. Claudius had been determined never to return, but Alphinaud needed protection. They sought shelter with Haurchefant, a knight who welcomed them." This is a warming thought, too, though he knows how little Claudius wanted to cross Ishgard's borders at all.