Still, not a word. Well, at least that much hasn't changed. He accepts the dry clothing and as soon as the door is closed, takes his time toweling off before wrapping the robe around him. It's not really the sort of robe he'd expect, the fabric is a strange texture, and the robe itself hovers just above his knees. He'd almost think it child-sized if not for the wide shoulders.

Well, beggars couldn't complain about their choices when they were free. He tied the thin belt at the waist, not honestly sure what to do with the soaked red robe. Letting it drip on the fancy floors seemed a bad idea, so he set the towel down and left it in a heap on top of that. At least the towel would keep the floor mostly dry. Once finished, he couldn't help snooping around, inspecting the miniature courtyard. From a distance it'd almost seemed to lead outdoors, but up close, the details only disappointed, artificial and bleak. Pity.

There's a knock from the room Lan Zhan had disappeared into, and while he very much wants to tease him, or play a prank, he manages to keep his composure. Lan Zhan did just get injured for his sake, whether intentionally or not.

"Out here, Lan Zhan!"