This feeling, the wrenching of his weapons from his grasp and the blooming warmth of Magnus' aura -- at least it is known to Lan Wangji, and he knows to brace himself and that his spiritual items will begin obeying him again shortly. He looks first toward Wei Ying, to ensure he is unharmed, and then he draws up a surge of qi to call Wangji back to him before it can crash to the ground. Bichen is sturdy, almost indestructible, and will be fine wherever it lands, but the most he can do for Wangji here is restring it. To honor what Magnus has done, once it has returned to his control, he slings it into its place on his back rather than continuing to wield it.

"Magnus," he says, tight and urgent, with a tiny spike of horror: that Magnus has seen this, at the blood on his face, at the despondent sprawl of Wei Ying's body on the grass. He strides toward Magnus and catches his hand, passing him a flare of spiritual energy, and offers the other to Wei Ying to pull him to his feet. By this time, Bichen is flying back as well, having dislodged itself from a far-flung tree. It slides into its sheath. If Jiang Wanyin will only give them a moment, this can all be over.