Lan Zhan immediately drops down into the mud, gathering Wei Ying close for a moment before he pulls back just enough to wipe the blood off his pale face.

He cannot agree, unable to say he was as confident in that promise. Not after everything that had happened.

"Know you would never try and hurt me," he murmurs, knowing that at least to be truth as he stains his robes beyond repair with blood and earth. "Listen to me. Something is wrong with this magic. Affecting you. Must stop the rain, stop it all."