"Mm, wine and food and dry robes," he promises, willing to get anything and everything Wei Ying needs as he walks them towards the front doors. It seems far too early in the day for wine but Lan Zhan is not willing to say so, not this time.

"Will go to my room and change clothes. I will take care of the rest." He is glad that, as always, his room was left immaculately clean and suitable for a guest. "What else does Wei Ying need?"