Lan Wangji studies him carefully for several seconds, taking in every nuance of how ill he looks.
"Lie still," he warns, and gets to his feet.
There is a washbasin in the bathing room, and several clean cloths. He fills it with warm water and carries both it and the cloths back to the bed, then makes a second trip for a drinking cup and pitcher of cool water.
He sets that aside for the moment and kneels beside the bed once more. Moistening one of the cloths, he reaches out to wipe Wei Ying's lips clean, just in case any blood remains.
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Lan Wangji studies him carefully for several seconds, taking in every nuance of how ill he looks.
"Lie still," he warns, and gets to his feet.
There is a washbasin in the bathing room, and several clean cloths. He fills it with warm water and carries both it and the cloths back to the bed, then makes a second trip for a drinking cup and pitcher of cool water.
He sets that aside for the moment and kneels beside the bed once more. Moistening one of the cloths, he reaches out to wipe Wei Ying's lips clean, just in case any blood remains.