Wei Wuxian's heartrate spikes - Lan Wangji's hand is so close to scars he's not ready to be seen, but he merely clasps Wei Wuxian side as if he, himself, could become the protective tissue.

"Will Lan Zhan protect me?" he asks with a small, affectionate smile. "I think we're alright now," he assures him. "Until the next war the gods find for us."