For once, Wei Wuxian decides to take him at his word and not search for hidden injury - his own world is swiftly narrowing to the fire in his side. "You must avoid being impaled," he manages, flecks of blood on his teeth when he tries to smile.

"It is very awful, Lan Zhan." He turns his head, his face pinched as he stares at the bag. "There is something for pain inside?"