It's lucky, he thinks, that Lan Xichen's expressions are much easier to read than his brother's, or rather, they require much less careful observation. It's clear he's distressed, they both are, and for good reason. He honestly hopes that his brother-in-law remembers little of the violence and carnage as possible.

The hand on his is small comfort, but he takes it for what it is, and gives a nod in return. He follows, taking a moment to evaluate Zewu Jun's state, the bloodstains that still remain, barely begun to brown with how fresh they are. Blood isn't uncommon, not in the cultivation world, and certainly not for Wei Wuxian, who uses it in so many of his talismans, but seeing it on someone he cares about, it's so very different.

"Ah... Mm," he takes the offered seat, swallowing down a nervous lump in his throat. Lan Xichen is alive, he should be satisfied with that, ruined arm or no.

"Do you... remember much of what happened?" he asks, a look of worry replacing his ever-present smile.