"I think as long as you do not submerge them in salt water, you should be fine," he says, wry but still smiling.

(He's been a little afraid to go back to the library since he sheepishly asked Madam Bar to return the water-stained scroll from Harrow's consecration ritual. Someday he will face down the Librarian again, but... not yet.)

He combs his fingers through Lan Zhan's hair, settling them on the back of his neck.