Aside from the cracked rib that he favors occasionally(and that ought to have been much worse if not for the luck Lan Xichen granted him), he made it out of the woods largely unscathed. And that was with March trying his best to get them in trouble, too! His injuries would heal easily, it was nothing so detrimental as losing a limb. And the fact that Lan Xichen is still somehow the one comforting him, as though Wei Wuxian is the one that's been through some terrible trauma and not himself. It's enough to make his lips part slightly, stunned by the oddly affectionate display. Zewu Jun is probably, surely just in shock still. Which, isn't to say the touch makes him uncomfortable, just... out of place, and certain it isn't meant for him.

"I um..." he fights down the urge to lick his lips nervously, "I'm glad there's no pain. "

From his limited experience dealing with traumatic injuries in his loved ones, he expects lashing out, or blame throwing, and he's not sure if this calm acceptance is better or much worse. Harsh words, at least, he knows how to deal with. For now, he just sits still, tension stiff in his shoulders, and worry in his brow. What use was his talisman, anyway? Showing up late, no help, and he'd had to remain hidden through much of it, only catching glimpses of the room.

"I'm afraid I wasn't able to discover much," he hesitates, "while you were out, that is. But, I can share what I saw, if you've the heart to hear it."