Home is a recent development, and Lan Zhan is clearly...well, surely the most disoriented he's ever seen him; it's apparent that whatever left him so battered shook up his recent memory, disrupted habits that maybe haven't had time to form, or he would have stumbled home on muscle memory alone, perhaps. Poor Lan Zhan must have been so unmoored, it's heartrending to see him like this, shrinking away and even now, with reassurance, too uncertain. Even with a broken leg and far from home he'd never been so shaken.

That Wei Wuxian himself is part of the unrecognized isn't something he can comprehend, even as Lan Zhan backs away yet again from his attempts at providing grounding and support. A reversion to his older habits of avoiding touch, magnified with the current pain and confusion he must be feeling. But he still has to be collected, and Wei Wuxian is loathe to let him out of his immediate grabbing radius, like he might disappear again. He still has to let at least Klaudia know, though he dreads the upset that's no doubt going to be set in motion.

"Yes, home." His eyes flick to the blood at Lan Zhan's temple and the worried frown on his face deepens, though he keeps his voice assured. "Where you can rest, and heal. Wait, are you dizzy? You can lean on me, and go slow."