"Oh? Well, that's a little unfair, isn't it?" Shen Yuan hides a polite little titter behind his sleeve. "Here I've gone months without a single visitor from home, and the three -- no, you said it's four now? The four of you already know each other?" He sighs wryly. "Almost I'd be tempted to issue a complaint, if only I knew who to hand it to."

"Wei Wuxian did me a good turn once, when I was a newcomer," he's saying as they emerge from the well, "And I already consider Jin Guangyao a good -- fffffff --" He bites the curse into one of his sleeves, head spinning at the view that greets them. They'd begun their journey in a deep pit, but now they've emerged on the roof of Trench's clocktower. The city spreads out below and above them, two perfectly mirrored images. When Shen Yuan dares a glance up at the space directly above their heads, he even spots two tiny figures in white and green, the latter looking back down at him.

"Oh. Oh, I really hate this," he says in a very calm, very flat undertone, and slams his eyes shut once more.