"Am I hurting you?" he asks, face dismayed as he ought to be able to keep Wei Ying steadier than this. "Do not summon anything," he huffs, shuffling carefully to the edge of the road as they speak.

He'd hoped the pain medicine would be stronger, would simply put Wei Ying to sleep. It might be harder to carry him, but Lan Zhan knows every step is agony for him. He should have asked Wen Qing more questions, had more thorough knowledge.

"Do you need to stop?"