"Very lucky Wei Ying passed out in the cave. Sang the entire song," he sighs, exasperated at his own emotional reaction. To sing such lyrics to Wei Ying at their age, outside of what they are now? Impulsive and ridiculous.

He sweeps his hand down Wei Ying's arm, threading his cold fingers with his. "How is your pain? We will have to move, soon. Lan Zhan will carry you."