Again Lan Zhan's words warm him better than a golden core ever could, and as their burgeoning home comes into view, Wei Wuxian has to resist the urge to rush forward. There are four walls and most of a ceiling, space for the moving panels to go when they are built, and a floor. In addition, Wei Wuxian has prepared a small fire to warm them, as well as settled their wrapped food by the coals to keep it warm. The sun is setting soon, but there are many candles to light, and the moon is bright.

They pass Little Apple, the true hero of the evening for helping Wei Wuxian to get everything here, and at last cross the threshold of their future home.

A last addition, one that Wei Wuxian finds perfectly adequate, though he worries for Lan Zhan's comfort, is a large bed made of straw and hay and covered in soft, draping sheets of cloth and blankets. There are also two pillows on the floor, which he has worked hard to squish down enough to sit on.

Wei Wuxian turns. "Ey?"