Wei Ying is still mostly asleep, until Wangji sits up and slides from the bed. Then he starts to wake, only coming fully to when Lan Zhan says his name. He's rolled over onto his stomach at some point in the night, one arm flung out to hang off the mattress.

"Mm..?" He mumbles, slowly attempting to untangle himself without putting too much strain on still tender wounds. He ends up just...flopping back onto his back and rubs at his eyes a moment. Then successfully pushes himself up and looks over to Lan Zhan, maybe a little hesitant. Probably not, but it's a possibility.

No, he smiles after a few beats. "Mm. Lan Zhan. Are you feeling better?"