There's no time to answer that anytime is the time, just not the time for follow through, not when they're hitting the water. Through the cold, the miniature icebergs floating in the choppy wake of the dragon's magnificent irritation, they haul onto shore, and Wei Wuxian stands as a ghost, single white layer of dress left to cling to his body like a wet, heat-devouring beast intent on marking him as foresworn.

Chu Wanning's assistance is a shock to his system, felt viscerally, tearing through him electric. His mouth drops open, and he gives him such a look of confused bafflement as to be laughable, heat from his clothing stark compared to the chilling torment it was seconds before.

"You didn't have time to charm them, you're directly using qi to dry clothing?"

Again, not the right focus, but he waves a hand and reaches out to pull Chu Wanning further along, away from that edge of the water, from the eyeline of the dragon now fighting the barrier as a living creature when it was nothing of the sort.

"No noted injury, none, come, come, out of the way of that creature's eyes—warm yourself, too, yes?" All the chatter as he's tucking them into the plentiful foliage of short-cultivated trees quailing in the dragon's wake, hemmed by well-trimmed topiaries that disguise even them from immediate view.