Lan Zhans grabs at Wei Ying's hovering hand, squeezing his fingers as he starts to gather Wei Ying into his arm, trying to be gentle. At mention of Suibian he settles Wei Ying more firmly in his arms and stands, eyes scanning for the sword. He finally spots it, buried hilt deep inside some kind of monster.

"Wei Ying and Suibian did well," he murmurs, eyes scanning around as he starts to bend his knees to grab the sword. He can feel the warmth of Wei Ying's blood against his own torso and forces his breaths to remain calm and even. He cannot afford the loss of focus.