Yesterday was... a long day, to say the least, and Wei Wuxian has never been inclined to wake at mǎo hour, even when he has not participated in strange necromantic rituals that ended with him hallucinating his dead sister and feeling a mountain of resentful energy drop on his head.

He shifts a little when Lan Zhan stirs, but otherwise does not move. After a few moments, a tiny snore escapes him.