[There's no door, just a curtain for a Patient's room -- and boy, does Zhao Yunlan hate that bit, too -- but he appreciates the gesture of knocking regardless.]

Sure. I don't have a guest chair, sorry.

[As Blanky enters, he'll turn towards him, pulling one foot up onto the bed to tuck it under his other knee. He gestures towards the spot at the foot of his bed for Blanky to sit.]

Make yourself at home.