Lan Wangji's anger had long since been useless and unproductive. He would simmer quietly and do nothing about his rage for most of his life. That all changed when he started feeling anger over his husband's persistent refusal to defend himself. When the person Wei Wuxian was refusing to defend himself against was Wei Wuxian, however, things got a bit more complicated. He would never, not ever, stoop to the level of certain unnamed brother in laws who like to wear purple and yell at his husband.

He also would not fall into the same helpless sprawl of his youth, watching Wei Ying waste away and feeling helpless to stop it. So Wangji channeled his anger more productively into taking care of his husband when he refused to do so himself.

Wen Ning, he soon realized, was well practiced in this area. He discovered it when the two of them shared their first skeptical look after a night hunt when Wei Ying insisted the wound he'd received was only minor. (It hadn't been.) Together, along with the juniors, they worked the necessary ordeal of looking after Wei Ying down to an art.

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji said, approaching his husband after a hard won battle. "Are you alright?" He wrapped an arm around his waist and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. Everyone present was used to such displays, except Jiang Wanyin, who made a disgusted sound but was dutifully ignored.

"I'm fine," Wei Ying said cheerfully, trying to pull Lan Wangji in for a real kiss.

"He's a fucking liar, I saw him get hit," Jin Rulan snapped, confirming Wangji's suspicions that the kiss had been a diversion tactic.

He pulled away before their lips could meet, drawing a pouting whine from Wei Ying. Good boy, he thought gently toward the boy. Already he was shaping up to be a better relative then Jiang Wanyin, stabbing incident notwithstanding (and entirely unforgiven).

"It was nothing, just a graze!"

If Wangji knew anything about Wei Ying, it was that he downplayed the seriousness of his hurt because he didn't want to feel like a burden.

"It was not," Jingyi chimed in, taking down their lure flags.

"Perhaps you should let us look at it," Wen Ning tried gently. He always tried, at least, to give Wei Ying the illusion of choice in the matter, but all of them knew well enough by now that the wounds would be tended to, by force if necessary. Wangji also knew that the presence of Wei Ying's younger brother tended to make him slip back harder into old habits without realizing.

"No really, it's nothing," Wei Ying tried to brush past Wangji, but Wangji caught him easily around the waist and lifted him until his feet no longer touched the ground. There were benefits to Mo Xuanyu's slight frame. Most of them were that it made it easier for Wangji to tote his husband.

The juniors, familiar by now with the procedure, all slid wordlessly into their roles, leaving Jiang Wanyin standing in the middle of the clearing looking a little lost.

Lan Sizhui sat down and began playing cleansing to disperse remaining resentful energy. Lan Jingyi took a quikun pouch from Lan Wangji and began pulling out the tents. Jin Ling began collecting firewood, then lighting a fire near where Lan Wangji had sat Wei Ying down with the utmost care.

The most puzzling thing of all, however, was the resigned sigh that Wei Wuxian huffed, allowing himself to be manipulated and moved without much protest or participation.

"You're overreacting," he said, like a man already defeated.

"No I fucking wasn't," Jin Ling said, now pointing out the place he'd seen Wei Wuxian be hit. (He had indeed not been overreacting).

"I thought I saw him roll an ankle," Lan JIngyi put in, at which point Jin Ling himself started forward and started testing the limb while Lan Wangji and Wen Ning were busy bandaging Wei Wuxian's chest.

"I think it's fine, he must not have hurt it."

At this point Wei Wuxian looked up at Jiang Cheng and rolled his eyes, looking annoyed, but he still didn't protest to any of the treatment.

"Are we happy now?" He asked, grinning sarcastically up at his husband as he was redressed.

"Mn," Lan Wangji said simply.

"Good," Wei Wuxian said, kissing his husband sweetly on the lips.

Jiang Cheng frowned and looked into the fire, ignoring the twang of something that was definitely not jealousy at the easy camaraderie that Wei Wuxian had with these people.