The soft touches are reassuring, tender in a way that he can't quite describe, but that reminds him bittersweetly of his Shi-jie. Wiping his tears and offering words of comfort. For a moment he just breathes, taking in the soothing scent of sandalwood and the steady voice. Lan Zhan is safe, he's right here.

"I thought they might've..." he can't even finish the thought, withdrawing to shake his head. It's not until he looks down that he even sees the state of Lan Wangji's hands. He knows he must look pretty rough with wear himself, without sleep or food, bruises given just enough time to bloom colorfully on his hands and cheek.

"We're a pretty sorry pair, hm?"