What, like since being dropped into a body of water in a new world, and absolutely no further back in his own personal history than that? Has he been well since then, which is a matter of hours? Because that is what Wei Wuxian is going to answer, with all the cheerful finality that question deserves, since it is officially unnecessary. The business of being dead is behind him, with the least said about it the better at least until it becomes funny or threatening to reference to someone else. "Of course! I always am."

And like a wave back to the sea--or rather, like some kind of invitation has been issued, Wei Wuxian is already helping himself to a seat on the floor, with as much assurance and decorum as if there were actually a table and seats laid out in a banquet hall for them. Which is to say, not very much, but not less. This is fine, right? There's something a little precarious feeling, in leaving behind all that processing he was doing on his own, but Lan Zhan is more interesting a higher priority here and he may as well process that instead.

Though that is its own challenge, in some ways. Lan Zhan's entire life is out of his reach, and he doesn't need Wei Wuxian stirring it up as tactlessly as he would have done in the past. "And...you?" He doesn't get the chance to further this line of inquiry, which otherwise surely would have happened, tact or not, before his mind circles back around to his own arrival and he manages to pre-interrupt himself. "Lan Zhan! You didn't get thrown into the ocean too, did you?" That's so disrespectful to Hanguang-jun, and but also he has a regret in his second life already and that's not seeing it. "And not even an ancestral guqin to make up for it, I bet."