He's tipped his head back against the headboard, running his fingers over the bedclothes as he drowsily watches the ceiling swim. Even if Lan Zhan hadn't told him to move, he's not sure he would be able to go anywhere anymore. Not without help.

Maybe Lan Zhan was right earlier. Wei Wuxian should tell him, just to be certain.

"Lan Zhan, I think you're right," he says. "I'm much too drunk."