[ Things are not going well, to put it mildly. Options are rapidly diminishing and the wildfire is only getting stronger, beginning to creep up the trees now as it spreads from the whirling, flaming bracken picked up by the wind. They will have to risk harm, albeit as little as possible if Xichen can help it.

He does not flinch or make any attempt to call a ward, knowing his brother will. Trusting him to. It shows him respect not to take the initiative. ]

We may ride the sword, as a last resort.

[ Shuoyue is made ready a foot off the ground, thrumming with determined spiritual energy, icy and unafraid of the flames. He steps onto her and offers Wangji a hand up. ]

You and Bichen will have to carve out what we need when we get to the middle of the copse, I will ensure you do not fall.