Wuxian doesn't hurry him along, only waits silently until his friend is ready to show him whatever it is that had him ask for it.

And when Wangji does...pointing out the one power he's avoided trying to use here...he swallows heavily and looks away, fingers tightening in the cloth at his elbows as he refolds his arms over his chest. Not quite hugging himself, but it's a very near thing.

"...So what...Lan Zhan...? Am I suddenly supposed to be healed...? I've still gone down that path. It's too late."