Lan Wangji kneels where he is for a moment, holding her. She's startlingly warm, just the way he remembers the shocking warmth of A-Yuan wrapped around his leg. He sets a hand at her head, smoothing the growing wisps of her light hair, then shuts the cabinet and stands. He shuffles her weight a little so that she's tucked against him with one arm and can stay with him as he begins tidying the kitchen with the other hand. Her weight barely registers -- he can carry his entire grown husband with one arm. A baby is no trouble.