[ The hand on his shoulder is a relief in terms of touch. It has him curling a little more into Lan Wangji's lap, pressing his face against his stomach and closing his eyes as he breathes in the scent of sandalwood. His voice is a bit muffled as a result but still audible. ]

I don't know. If she's still here, I'll reach out to her and see if she wants the company. She shouldn't be hard to spot, I know her name and he had these like — wings attached to his head. I imagine she has the same.