"He does. I'll get it from him, there's no hurry." He wants his sword back promptly, of course, but he trusts Hanguang-Jun, and they've all got a lot to deal with right now. The sword is the least of it. If nothing else, he expects that both his teacher and his sword will turn up at lessons tomorrow morning. Jin Ling will be there and will be quite indignant if they're not.

"I love you," he says, pressing a soft kiss to his uncle's cheek. There. That's your birthday gift.

Not really paying attention to the television, he starts composing a text to Hanguang-Jun. Though he makes no attempt to hide the screen, he doesn't go out of his way to show it, either.