With the lessening of pain and exhaustion, fairly good humor has been restored. The grief is still there, toying with the edges of his mind. But Wei Ying is generally pretty good at ignoring the deeper issues when around other people.

So he waits patiently for Lan Zhan to decide which boots to put on. He ends up with his rightful boots eventually, and puts them on before getting tugged back to his feet and off to the door. This time he doesn't put up a fuss, this not being a battle worth fighting. Lan Zhan wants to take him...somewhere, and so that's where they're going.

One breath. Two.

Then he pushes himself to move just a bit faster and reaches out to pat Lan Zhan's hand in reassurance. "Lan Zhan. I'm here."