"Wei Wuxian does not have to drink all at once," he points out, settling next to Wei Ying once again and angling him to the side to get access to the back of his head. Deft fingers start to make work of the tangles, carefully untwisting and unknotting Wei Ying's hair until the ribbon lets go and it tumbles down his shoulders.

"Mm, different plaits," he decides. He starts on the right side, twisting and weaving the hair to the back of Wei Ying's crown. "Read book about culture where only warriors allowed to wear plaits. Will give Wei Ying hair of a warrior."