He looks like such a mess, it makes it hard to breathe. There's so much blood. If he could access even a little spiritual energy he'd be feeding it into him, hoping to help heal his wounds, but at least there's a kit full of medical supplies nearby.

"Lan Zhan, you're not making any sense," he says softly. That's what worries him. Lan Zhan is steady and strong and if he's more worried about how he looks at the moment than his own well-being, then it's a good thing Wei Wuxian has found him when he did.

"Try not to move, okay?" even he can't keep the vague quaver out of his voice as he starts to help Lan Zhan out of the blood-stained robe. He's careful to pull his hair aside, over one shoulder, trying to move him as little as possible so he can look over the wound.

"Can you tell me what happened?"