Ah, right, well, that was certainly familiar. He doesn't wither beneath the look, like he might have as a youth in Cloud Recesses, but he nearly jumps out of his skin when Lan Zhan casually flips up the edge of his robe. Somehow, he manages to stay still, if only because any sudden movements will just make things that much more awkward if his robe is any more displaced.

"I- Ah- no, it's- I don't think it even bled, so-" he doesn't want to make a big deal of such an insignificant thing. He shouldn't have even mentioned it!

As Hanguang Jun jumps to his feet, Wei Wuxian can only watch as the man starts to wobble uncertainly. He puts his hands out, palms up as if he can stop Lan Zhan from toppling by force of will alone. At the very least, he tries to soften the fall, and keep Lan Zhan from hitting his head again, which involves a very messy swan dive that knocks the air from his lungs. A heavy weight knocks him to his back, and he lets out a quiet groan, even as his lips curve with laughter.

"Ah... now that you mention it though, there might be a few new bruises. Are you alright Lan Zhan?"