"Absolutely not," he huffs, tightening his hold again just in case Wei Ying tries to prove such a thing. "Wei Ying was impaled. Lost blood and stitches are not yet strong. Lan Zhan will carry you."

He lifts Wei Ying's hand to his mouth, kissing along his icy knuckles one by one.

"Can wait here a little longer. Let Lan Zhan hold you a little longer. Little longer to be grateful you are still here with me," he finishes, voice shaking a little as he allows the smallest amount of panic finally release.