[he's just holding him very tight, previously free arm pinning him against Lan Wangji's chest. it's easy to tell the blood on Lan Wangji's robes is fresh, this close. Lan Wangji shuts his eyes again.]

...alive.

[on that word, the keening grief doesn't start to ease exactly, but it does start to dim. it's like someone turning the volume on a TV down a couple of notches -- the sound's still theoretically there, but it's being blocked off somewhat instead of fading out.]