Somewhere around the third block, the medicine Lan Zhan had given him kicks in, and he passes from half delirious with pain to simply confused and aching. Lan Zhan's arms aren't the best bed, but Wei Wuxian has had worse, nearly drifting when they come to a sudden, fraught halt.

He opens his eyes, staring up at Lan Zhan's tense face. It takes longer than it should to remember where they are and why they must be silent, but as the skittering of talons sounds from only feet away, he nods, going a step further and clamping his own hand over his mouth.