He's breathing harder by the time he's settled, but he ignores it as he works to right the world. His eyes closed by the time he's half up, squeezed shut with the strain, but reopen when he hears Lan Zhan stand and approach.

Wei Ying absently rubs at the side of his head with the heel of a hand, debating just how honest to be. He doesn't know where they are...but also doesn't particularly care.

But eventually he glances back up at his friend, seeing the struggle in familiar eyes. "...Sore, but...Better. Lan Zhan...Thank you."