[ Given that her own hands are starting to grow soft scales, and claws of her own, he can perhaps be a little more at ease. ]

I don't believe that-- [ That someone as upright as Lan Wangji would knowingly turn you into a monster rabbit, she wants to say, but then he keeps talking, and she gasps. ]

Bonded to Hanguang-jun, and to be wed? Oh, A-Xian! [ He looks so happy about it that any reservations she could possibly have had are banished immediately. She waits for his grip on her hands to loosen again, so she can move them up to his face and stroke his cheeks and forehead, and back into his hair. She blinks away her own sudden tears, and tries to look as stern as she can at short notice. ]

You have to arrange a meeting, and I want to know about your plans for the wedding.