Lan Wangji stares down at their joined hands for a moment, wanting to know more about the magic he's just felt but this is hardly the place or time. He lets out a long, shaky breath of relief to see Klaus clear eyed and speaking if still absolutely covered in blood.

The people are shrieking and scrambling around them, healers looking as confused as Lan Wangji feels and they must leave. He must hold himself together.

"Hold on to me, we will talk," he promises, scooping Klaus's gangly form up as it he weighed nothing. "How far is your home?" He does not think Klaus could stay on the sword if he were to fly him, having just risen from the dead.