Too much of a similarity to Lan Zhan, in ways that make Wei Wuxian blink and ache, unidentifiable. He clears his throat, smiling again when Chu Wanning directs his attention elsewhere, then prods him in the shoulder.

"I'm cold. You feel cold to a cold man, ah, take some time to warm yourself so your reactions aren't losing that edge."

Then he too peers through the leaves, watching the bulk of the dragon as a white wall that shifts and veers and rears back, calling out, to slam down into the waters with an impressive, thunderous wham.

"We're going to have to do something to calm this poor creature down, corral the remaining dead witches, and somehow not have all the fools sitting rich and pretty in the tower from ending up dead. Which do you feel best equipped to handle?"

He doesn't hold still, shifting foot to foot and flicking his fingers and otherwise ensuring he's moving, not getting stiff with chill.