Wei Wuxian quickly weighs the positives and negatives of stopping. Their escape will be delayed, yes, but they might be attacked at any time regardless, and Lan Zhan will need all the strength of his arms if that happens.

"Just for a moment," he tries, and he at least doesn't need to feign the sheen of sweat on his brow as he looks up at him. "It's not your fault. The thorn was too cruel."