He knew the Lan sect didn't abide lying. But sometimes the things Lan Zhan could say so bold-faced... it made it difficult to meet his eyes. Wei Wuxian was the one struggling to swallow now, trying to sort out why those words made his chest feel tight. He turned aside, looking straight ahead now, and wishing he had a nice bottle to distract him, to make any of this easier.

"You should rest," he said softly, once he could trust his voice not to betray him. He didn't deny it, and clearly he didn't have to acknowledge that Lan Wangji was right. He brought his knees up a little closer to his chest, so he could rest his arms and head there.