"Mm." He will, but first he wants to listen to Jin-ge's playing. He lets his eyes slip closed again, a near-serene little smile on his face as he gives the music all of his attention, at least for a few minutes.

Eventually he opens them again and quietly, in a voice pitched to be heard but not to overwhelm the guqin, says, "Xiu Ya. Spirit sword of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect. 'Elegant in combat, refined in cultivation.' Forged in the spirit caves of Wan Jian Peak, claimed by Shen Qingqiu, 'inherited' by Shen Yuan,'" he grimaces wryly and continues, "Transported to Trench. And she didn't speak to anyone other than Palamedes in our first month here, so don't fuss too much about your xiao meimei. Things will work themselves out."