( He still wants to laugh, isn't sure whether it is the situation or the exhaustion that is causing it. Surprisingly, he doesn't want to upset Lan Wangji even more, either because he wants to save his own skin or because he knows just what it takes to rally beyond revulsion and aid someone like him. The heat of the fire steals his voice regardless - and he was chastised for the idea of arson - his chin dipped down away from the flickering flame. He does not spare those creatures trapped within the wall a second glance. )

My Qinggong isn't that bad! ( Voice raised to be heard over the wailing, stomach lurching slightly as they're lifted. He's actually quite good at gaining his own height, knows the top of trees like the back of his hand. The nausea must be from the source, it isn't his power propelling him. The sudden rain is a shock, cool against his back. It is that upon which he mentally blames his shiver. ) Master Lan, I think you just wanted all the fun of setting a blaze yourself.

( It is much easier to joke than to deal with reality. )

Aiya, I don't blame you. You should always do rebellious things when you can.