"For Wei Ying. Would have brought to you," he explains, pausing his hair ministrations long enough for it to tumble free, confused at Wei Ying's confusion.

"Wet," he explains, now uncertain if he has done something untoward. He is certain he'd taken his hair down in front of Wei Ying at the river, before, but perhaps it seems too intimate in this setting. "Wanted to put up until dry and dry ribbon out. Did I...did Lan Wangji do something wrong?"