"That's true. We can't rely on anything we believe to know about the world... or our own powers, even, as the night hunt last night has proven."

She leads Lan Wangji to another stall, keeping an eye on him while she inspects the apples. They're rather wrinkled, being from the harvest last fall, but she decides they will do and buys some.

"How are you and Wei Wuxian settling in? Do you still live in the tavern?"