For all Wei Ying's flippancy, irrepressible behavior, he never apologizes or thanks someone for no reason. It's always in earnest.

He sighs quietly and rests his head back against the headboard, letting his eyes close again as he focuses on breathing. It's easy to track Lan Zhan and his movements around the room. Somewhat peaceful, more so than he's had in...a while.

When he hears robes swish with Wangji's turn, and two simple words that carry so many questions, he grimaces but opens his eyes to give the other man the attention he deserves. But the grimace falls short and he frowns, brow furrowing as he thinks...there are more questions in those familiar eyes than he'd expected.

"...Lan Zhan...? I fell...yesterday. Then woke up here."