Lan Wangji takes the towel and red inner robe off the ground and takes another minute to hang them up on the extra towel rack, before stepping out in a matching robe, calves bare.

His hair is still wet, dripping, and it's hard to see from the front, but in the back some of his hair is bloody. His wound has closed, and it's sticky. As long as he doesn't have a concussion, he should be fine. But he makes his way over to Wei Ying, taking a seat at his table before him.

That should make it easier for Wei Ying to inspect his wound and help him clean it out if necessary, and then after that, he can make them tea and they can have a conversation like normal. "Are you alright?" he asks, looking up at him, honestly with the hope that Wei Ying has not sustained any injuries. He hadn't seen any, but they'd been in a bit of a rush.