He has kept himself busy in the room to keep himself from opening the washroom door despite his best intentions.

One small lantern is lit and hanging at the foot of the bed; another hangs over the low table. Wei Ying's coverlet has been neatly folded and laid ready, so that he will easily be able to pull it over himself when he lies down once more.

Lan Wangji is doing his best not to pace back and forth by the hallway door, and has managed it by dint of staring at the bookshelf and thinking of things to add to it. He turns as soon as he hears the door open, but stays where he is.

For now.

"Do you want tea?"

Gently said.