"Lan-xiongzhang," Lan Zhan greets him, rising with an armful of slumbering rabbit, bowing as best as he can with the creature in his arms. It would be unkind to wake such a restful, comfortable rabbit, wouldn't it. Once greetings have been exchanged properly, he resumes his seat.

Years ago, he would have stiffly stood at attention. He would have been rigid. But Lan Zhan has learned to bend a little as not to break.

"Do you need council, Lan-xiongzhang?" he asks, resuming the bunny petting. "Or do you come offering, now that Wei Ying is here?"