When Shen Yuan wakes, he'll find himself laid out and tucked neatly into bed. There is a tall glass of water on the table beside him and another basin with a washcloth so that he could wipe his face.

Xichen, true to his word, stayed all night. He's presently sitting on a mat, in a shallow sort of meditation. Enough to give his mind rest, but not so deep that he cannot be quickly roused.

When he hears Shen Yuan stir, he cracks open an eye.

"Good morning," he greets, keeping his voice quiet. He may never have experienced a hangover in his life, but one of his disciples is Lan Jingyi who may or may not have heard about the exploits of Wei Wuxian in his younger years, and seems determined to give the Yiling Patriarch a run for his money.

"How does Shen Gongzi feel...?"