Trembling now despite the fire, Wei Wuxian concentrates as he's asked, but he doesn't note anything he hasn't before. He lifts a hand, rubbing at his chest where the ache and itch persist. "I breathed in water," he says. "Aiya, so embarrassing, Lan Zhan!" he laments. He lived nearly his entire life by the water, swimming fearlessly even in the currents of the river.

He pouts with still blue tinged lips. "How will you ever take swimming lessons from me now?"