( these are all things wei wuxian would love to help answer, if he know about half of them, or even most. what he has right now is a heaviness he can't swallow past, and no direct access to anything helpful, just: )

If she's there, teleport with her to the house. I'm heading their now, I've just returned Lan Zhan to his room. He's—weakened.

( he's terrifying wei wuxian, is what he's doing, and he's flaring up brighter than the sun over the concept of being allowed to die on his own terms, permanently, like this world is so simple for that, like some stupidity in another people's court should dictate this ignoble ending, like there aren't deeper dangers, that lan zhan couldn't be stolen as soul and converted into some nightmare horror that hunts them down and oh what the hell will he say then.

but he says none of that. )

I'm sorry, I don't have a better answer, but we do have the... idea. The prescription, and tell me whatever you need, I'll have it.