[He turns his gaze to the raven, giving it a polite incline of his head. Hello, bird of the Yiling Patriarch. How do you do.

It never hurts to be polite.]

I'm not entirely sure how to look after birds. I could consult -- no. Never mind that. I will find a book on the matter, I'm sure.

[His own feathery friend twitches awake, shaking herself off and looking around with a pair of black beady eyes, full of fire and brimstone.

The bird, easily small enough to fit in Lan Xichen's palm a few times over starts tweeting raucously (or as raucously as a fairy wren can) before stamping her tiny feet, and flying off in a huff.]

I... suppose she doesn't like being woken too soon.

[He gives Wei Wuxian an imploring look. What in the world is going on? Has he lost his mind?]