"Sit." He urges Galahad gently toward the low table where he likes to serve meals and tea.

Wei Ying must have finally awoken sometime late in the morning, but there is some evidence of his presence. Fond and exasperated, Lan Wangji tidies the bedding, folds and tucks away the pair of trousers half-wedged under a pillow, and sends Bichen flying neatly into its place on the wall beside the bed. Once he is satisfied, he joins Galahad, sitting across from him.