Finally being free of the vines has him all but sagging against Xingchen, his fingers flexing taking a moment to steady himself on his feet, find his balance and wrap his robes around himself, his skin paler than usual.

"...Thank you, Xingchen." It's stiff sounding, his voice oddly flat for the moment, eyes closes as he moves and feels something leaking out of him.

"We need to go-" home isn't the right word, but where else can they but the place they'd been staying?

"...Somewhere I can clean up." He finishes finally.