Wei Wuxian slots one eye open towards the dregs of the fire. "Food is near the coals, Lan Zhan," he says, smiling a little. It will be warm, and even if it isn't, Wei Wuxian is used to discomfort after Yiling.

Feeling bold, he pulls Lan Zhan more closely to him. "I don't need food, anyway. Only Lan Zhan." He brushes his nose against his cheek. "I wanted you, too. I've never felt like that, Lan Zhan," he says, not hiding his wonder. "Not ever. You are so good."