Wei Wuxian doesn't know what is pressed to his lips, and he doesn't care, gnashing it between his teeth and swallowing the strange mix of powders and herbs. Run through - he's never been entirely run through before - and Wei Wuxian hopes to do it only once.

"Weaker?" he asks, confused by the strange qualities of the medicine and the pain clawing out his higher thought. But Lan Zhan has told him to look at him, and Wei Wuxian does, his eyes alive with pain. "You are...going to stitch?"