Parsing his words takes more than it should, and he responds a moment later than is natural, sucking in air, managing to hold more of it than he has been.

"Guided, a guide, yes, please. Haaaa, show me, if that's not too much?"

Another moment, in a different mental space, he'd shake his head at being this kind of weakened burden to the young man he claims as son. In another moment, when the rational reigns, Ave the irrational doesn't leave him twitchy and unsettled, flighty as a terrified rabbit caught out away from burrow, death stalking closer with open jaws.

Sizhui can lead him, take hold off his arm and guide him, to find in that at least, Wei Wuxian knows how to move.