He helps, mostly by hooking a foot around a stack of chairs and dragging them back a bit more, but the space they clear is enough for her to work. He nods, patting his chest as if the sound of his hand hitting and the smack over the hollowness of his lungs is reassuring.

"I have your back," he says, and it's a promise that ends up manifesting with him tossing out a talisman for gravity bearing, pinning down an overweight man carrying a pot lid when he comes stomping up ranting about freed godly truths when she's halfway through setup.

"Nothing to worry over, he's fine! We're all fine!" he says, winding closer to take the pot lid out of reach and pointedly press a pressure point, so the man slumps fully down and starts breathing deep, like one in sleep. He then... farts.

Loudly.

Wei Wuxian raises his eyes to the sky and sighs, not quite as loudly. Glorious morning battles.