"Ey?" Wei Wuxian blinks. In all the fuss of the new threat, Wei Wuxian hasn't kept track of the days at all, but he smiles sadly now. "Another spent far from our preferred homes," he says, daring to link his arm through hers.

"At least we've brought our red garments," he says with a more proper smile. The pair of them are rarely without at least bit of red, after all. "Perhaps we will scrape out some time for nián yèfàn," he continues, "Even if it's just bread and bits of dried meat."