[There's a second where he glances up and over, briefly curious - their ashes? - before it strikes him.

Ah.

Yin Yu does seem like the sort of person who wouldn't kill for the thrill of it. Who wouldn't treat the dead with disrespect. Is he happy Wen Ning was somehow murdered and burnt to ash? Not in the least, and there's the sharp edge of something in his expression to reflect that. Most people would miss it, but Wen Ning's spent too much time around him at his worst to not pick up on all of his little tells.

He pulls the thread tight.]

Well, I did say that I wouldn't bother him. [He will bother him.] You really--

[Hm. He seems to reconsider whatever he was going to say with that abrupt cut-off, and eventually just sighs instead.]

...I'm glad that he kept their ashes safe for you, at least.