"Yes." He's so ridiculously thankful for the chance to stay close, for not being immediately sent away - it would be well within Lan Wangji's limited rights to refuse to see him, to see anyone, until the time for punishment came. "Yes I will."

One of the guards shifts as if to follow, but subsides at Lan Xichen's glare.

Lan Xichen shifts closer, to offer a hand up, to offer... what's left of him, after duty has taken its toll.