Wei Wuxian pauses, taking Lan Zhan's too warm face between his hands. "It isn't a prison," he promises. "They'll likely give us some medicines for you and send us home with strict instructions for you to rest, which you will do, if I have to tie you to your bed as well."

He sweeps his thumbs against his cheekbones before releasing him. "You are the bravest man I know, Lan Zhan. You can manage a few moments with a healer. And," he adds, more gently, "I'll be there the entire time."