It's a relief that Lan Zhan is well enough to move, though it's hard to do much but stay still beneath him, his hair brushing against Wei Wuxian's cheek. It's also a relief when Lan Zhan's eyes close, because he doesn't have to avert his own, or worry that his linger too long on those fine jade features.

His knee-jerk reaction to feelings he doesn't know how to process, as usual, is to make light of them.

"Shameless," he grins, laughing softly to himself, "you'll make all the girls jealously come after me for stealing your virtue."

He lets Lan Zhan get his bearings before trying to right himself, his own robe hiked up enough to show an awful lot of pale thigh. Wei Wuxian only briefly tries to fix it before looking over Lan Zhan for any new injuries.

"Tsk," he clicks his tongue, biting back a reply on how it must be to be just a normal man for once, worried he'll say the wrong thing.

"You should lay down," he concluded, "here, I'll lend you my shoulder."