They are in more danger than Wei Ying realizes, or perhaps he does and just foolishly believes that they are Gods and not men.

Lan Wangji lies back against the headboard, though whether he accepts Wei Ying's words and easy smile or whether he is still thinking about it, is hard to tell.

Eventually, he gets up out of bed. "We should eat," he says, changing the topic. And also, he needs to wash the dry blood from his hair and his hands, and clean himself and possibly get into different clothes. These ones could use a wash.

"Do you have another set of clothes?" he asks, suddenly. They probably won't have enough between them to change into new ones, unless they want to wear the white fluffy robes again.