It's true that he's lost blood and half his sense to the pain, but Wei Wuxian is stubborn. If it comes to it, he will walk out of here out of spite, but he will at least let Lan Zhan carry him as long as he needs to.

There is fear in his voice, trembling in his body that has nothing to do with his own wounds, and Wei Wuxian aches for him. "Alright," he says. "Lan Zhan will carry." He winds his arm around Lan Zhan's waist, holding himself close enough that Lan Zhan can feel his heartbeat through their robes.