Ah, friend, are you perhaps a miracle-working rabbit? Should I...what was it?Accept strange substances from you?

[there's a laugh in his voice as he says that; teasing, like he teased Lan Wangji before everything went irrevocably wrong. perhaps he's thinking of that time too, somewhere in the muddled haze of his mind; Lan Wangji doesn't know.

strange, how much one-sided anonymity helps them. let's hope stuffing his face with hot broth and skewers doesn't clear the drug from his system just yet.]