He shifts backward and rises to his feet in a single graceful movement, drawing a quick breath as he does so, then goes to the low table near the door and sets up the incense burner and lights it with a spark talisman.

As the warm scent of sandalwood curls through the room, he returns to the bed. His hesitation is only an instant, not enough to easily be noticed, before he takes a seat on it beside Wei Ying -- near, but not so close as to overly crowd him.

He stays quiet for now, waiting for Wei Ying to speak in his own time.