Wei Wuxian whimpers into his fist, unable to tell the piercing of the needle apart from the throbbing of the wound itself, only that the pain is growing. His tongue scrapes at his teeth, searching for more medicine, but he's already swallowed it. He can only hope it will take root soon.

"Disaster prone, I think," he answers, and he would laugh if he weren't in so much pain. "W-when I returned, they called you Where the Chaos Is as often as Hanguang-Jun. Wei Ying is the chaos."