"How long..." Jiang Cheng echoes, trying to hold onto the question due to the gravity with which Xichen addresses him. His brow pulls together with effort as he thinks. How many days has he been pulling people from the water...? More than three... less than... Less than...

"Not... too long?" he forces out with a shake of his head, feeling tension starting to throb behind his eyes, the beginnings of a headache. Lan Xichen's hand on his arm is the only thing anchoring him to this moment, the rest of him wanting to go back to his patrols, to find Wei Wuxian, to check what seed pods are already good for picking.

"It's so quiet here, the days blend a bit... But... I don't think we've been here more than... A week or two, perhaps...?"