Though he takes a while to answer, Wei Wuxian can only assume he's taking time to thoughtfully consider his response. He waits, thinking of some he can share in return. There'd been that icy cave in Cloud Recesses. Or the lanterns afterward. Searching for the Yin Iron together. After that, many were tinged with sadness, he supposed. Teasing Lan Zhan at the archery contest, sleeping on his rooftop, or his one and only visit to the Burial Mounds.

The answer, when he gives it, seems more than a little sad, and he truly hopes that's not the happiest this Lan Zhan has been as of late.

"Oh! I know the ones!" he nods. He'd been sure to help them find a home in the mountains of Cloud Recesses, now that Lan Yi was no longer there to protect them.

"How many are there now?"