"Hum," Wei Wuxian agrees. He's not certain that he will sleep, only that he feels heavier than before, his lids weighted and his thoughts sluggish. He hates the latter, but if this is the only respite from the pain than a few hours of confusion are worth it.

He settles against Lan Zhan, relaxing into the warmth that never seems to stop radiating from his skin. How could he ever thought this man cold? "Lan Zhan," he murmurs, "Thank you. You saved me yet again."