Once he has permission, Lan Xichen gently pushes aside the folding screen, steps past the threshold and closes it again. He's carrying a tray with a pot of tea and a bowl of congee, courtesy of Jin Guangyao (though Xichen helped dice the scallions and ginger).

He sets it down on the cot-side table, his sworn brother having already stuck warming talismans to them (as Xichen's now only did the opposite).

"How is Shen-gongzi feeling? It looks like colour has returned to his cheeks finally."