"Yes. I will tell you," he reassures him, and punctuates it with another brief kiss.

When he notices what Lan Zhan is trying to do, he steps back enough to give him the space for it -- even as his gaze sharpens slightly, assessing. If he has enough spiritual energy to command Bichen through his sword forms, but none left over to vanish the blade, then his reserves remain far too low. Wei Wuxian sighs inwardly.

Stubborn Lan Zhan, he thinks, but even that is tinged with fondness.

"How do you feel?"