He crosses the room and picks up the coverlet, then places it gently around Wei Ying's shoulders.

"I will not be long," he murmurs. "Wait for me."

He vanishes out the door and down to the common room.

(Next time, there will be a teapot and kettle already in the room, ready in case it is needed. He will see to it first thing in the morning, along with the short list of other items he had found himself wishing for in the last few minutes.)