Lan Xichen watches as Shen Yuan seems to try to calm himself down, and a worried furrow appears in his brow.

"The memories that are being drawn upon are real. They are things that make us vulnerable."

He glances around the barracks, and takes a deep breath.

"Shen-gongzi, my clan specializes in a kind of musical cultivation. If you like, I can play Cleansing for you. It has helped take much of the edge off these hallucinations for A-Yao and I."