[stops just out of arm's reach and rolls a fragment of memory at him, quiet

(he feels something soft settle over his head and back... Lan Wangji draped the blanket from the other night over his shoulders. with his head in his knees he could become a blanket turtle and disappear under it if he wanted, actually.

he can feel worry and confusion next to him, muted and oddly gentle.)

Lan Wangji turns away and then just. stays put there, metaphorical back to him, eyes open again and attention steadily and deliberately on the physical world; he can still feel Wei Wuxian there, of course. but.]