[Huaisang shoots him a smile in reply, grateful for the touch. He's always been hungry for contact and affection, and the reassurance and approval in it is deeply soothing to him. Wuxian is here. There are very, very few things his Wei-xiong can't handle.] I couldn't carry anyone, but as long as they can limp or stagger, I can help them along. Anything more than that, we'll figure it out when it comes to that.

[He's brought along a kitchen knife, sheathed and hidden inside his interior coat pocket. He doesn't normally carry any kind of weapon, but today it seems important. Nothing about this place is to be trusted.]