Just jumping right into it, then. Shen Yuan nods, considering his answer for a moment before folding his hands in his lap and saying, "Concerning the Tower, this one remains unsure as to what can be done. This one isn't unwilling to help, simply unsure of how to do so effectively. And there remains the question of whether the Tower is really ill at all, or if this isn't all some sadistic trick." Although Shen Yuan himself seems to doubt the plausibility of his words. It *is* a little overly paranoid, as theories go.

"As for my disciple..." he signs again, that old worry's restrictive weight once again falling 'round his neck. "This one will not conceal anything from Lan-gongzi any more. Where would be the benefit, when he already knows the most damning points? Ask whatever you wish."

It's clear that, for all the comfort and sympathy Lan Xichen offered him last night while he was indisposed, here in the harsh light of day Shen Yuan still fully expects to be condemned for his choices. It's how he feels about himself, after all.