Getting up is a struggle, but it will only take a few moments to walk and get to his room. He puts his robes back on for his dignity and then stands up to follow him to the elevator. Rest, he needed it now, and he questions if enduring and risking that ordeal was worth it. He tries not to express any happiness being in his presence, keeping up a stoic front, not wanting to give into a false hope to see Wei Wuxian alive again.

"Wei Ying, thank you." He is reluctant to ask for help, but for now, he has to surrender and simply accept it. He doesn't want to inconvenience him with his burden.

The elevator rose, stopped, and he hopped off to head toward to his room of cloud recess. He walks slowly down the hall with his key card, he opens the door.

"Mn. Come in. We can make tea and then I can rest." The room looks exactly like his jingshi in aesthetics, and once they entered, closed the door, Lan Wangji hobbles to his bed and curls up on the bed, exhausted mentally and physically from the day.

"Wei Ying, you come back." He managed to say, his eyes never leaving him.