He nods, unsure as always what he thinks about Wei Ying describing him to strangers, although he's certain Wei Ying would try to be kind.

He leans into Wei Ying's embrace, using his trapped arm to pat him on the knee. He wishes he could offer more, but knows Wei Ying does not expect it of him, does not seem to mind that he cannot return the casual touches to the same degree.

"Still eating," he murmurs, as he does not think there are degrees of eating in which manners no longer apply. "But glad he is warned. Lan Wangji has offended before and not made amends. Do not want that, here."