Lan Zhan nods, still feeling a little unsettled, a little like he has been caught doing something wrong but finishes tying his hair up in a simple knot, something he has never let anyone but Wei Ying see. The forehead ribbon is wet and even that comes off, being laid carefully out to dry without any creases.

Once finished he settles at the foot of the bed, sitting cross legged and tucking his cold feet under himself. "Wei Ying asked about the boats. Thought about it. Thought about one for mother. Too public," he says, starting down at the plate of treats and the tiny bits of them that did not quite stay on the plate.