"Oh, now it's Hanguang Jun telling me he wants to stay up late, how the tables have turned," he smiles, but stays in his seat.

"Guess I've no choice but to stay and watch over this delinquent," he reaches for a fresh piece of paper, then sets to shepherding a handful of pencils back from where they'd scattered.

"What shall we draw this time? A portrait maybe? I can draw Lan Zhan, and he can draw me, hm?" there were a dozen other things he wanted to ask, like what did A-Yuan look like now, or how had the Cloud Recesses changed, but Lan Zhan seemed to be doing a bit better, and it was best not to drag the mood by reminding him of all the things that were lost right now.

"Or is there something else you'd rather draw?"