He gathers him close as he spasms, murmuring soft assurances as he keeps the qi flowing. It will not do to have Wei Ying sense his deep worry, not yet. Lan Wangji was trained to heal those like him; the healers of this place were trained to heal those without magic of any kind. As much as it pains him, Wei Ying is much closer to the latter and Lan Wangji may not be what is best for him.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," he says, kissing Wei Ying's sweaty temple. "I have you."