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He doesn't appear to be near death's gate, and there's the remains of a broken rope ladder here—it may have fallen and he with it, he may have fallen after reaching the bottom, or with the recent murders, I couldn't say.

His neck and back appears uninjured. We may need you more first, Wen Qing to tend to him after freed of the, ah, well we're in.

( just accept that Wei Wuxian found his way down the well, too, but does not quite... have the qi to spare to drag deadweight of a live man out with himself. not if he's to have any around later. )

I come.

( This is, in fact, precisely what he said. )

You have joined him in waters?

( it's a relief, he's coming. sexiest thing he's heard today. )

Dry, such as it is. Not one of the productive wells.

( and he describes where it is, because sometimes it's worth handwaving in narratives-- )

( Ah, the beautiful sound of Lan Zhaaaaaaaaan blitzing through the courtyards to locate the exact well. Bear with his hunt. )

He is responsive? ( Oddly bashful: ) He took drink?

( this is, admittedly, where Wei Wuxian goes silent. )

I, ah. I didn't have a water satchel with me, Lan Zhan, but he does seem... he'd be able to swallow, if carefully fed.