He turns, hand briefly on Wei Ying's back until he determines he is steady enough to stand on his own. The river moves past them, black as ink and quiet and the noise from the city is faint.

He brings both hands up and points the first two fingers on each towards the sky. His eyes close as he feels that weight inside him, small and weak compared to what he had been used to but still something other than the emptiness.

His fingers touch briefly before separating so his hands can open up and reveal four soft, glowing spheres. His eyes open as they each float to a corner, hovering over a piece of land. "Ours."