Lan Wangji frowns, hitching Wei Ying up to sit a little straighter against his chest, capturing his hand to stare at his nailbeds, not blue as they were but still too pale.

"Wei Ying will let me heal you tonight and tomorrow we can find a local healer if needed," he proclaims, knowing that even if Wei Ying does not agree, he will be far too weak to stop Lan Wangji from doing so.

He suspects that is a wrong thing to think but he cannot always trust Wei Ying to take proper care of himself.

"If water was in your lungs, you must cough. Out rather than in is best."