Wei Ying huffs out a sound that could be taken as a laugh when Lan Zhan wastes no time. "You want to look here?" If he had the energy, he'd probably have teased the other man about being an exhibitionist. But he doesn't, and it doesn't matter enough.

Instead he stands still, as still as his battered body can handle, and let's his injuries be looked over. The physical wounds are mere gashes over arms and legs, one or two to the chest and back. They're raw, and angry, but not gushing with blood. Some healing has been done, though not properly. And not enough.

It's the wounds that can't be seen that are the most dangerous, and harder to heal.