A combination would make sense. Given last night, it makes no sense for Wang Lu to be alright.

[ He frowns, staring up at the ceiling. ]

I always keep my flute on me. It would be nearly impossible to put something on it.

[ He even sleeps with it tucked close. The only exception was putting it on the bar counter for a while the previous night. ]

…I’m sorry for worrying the two of you like that.