The hand is ignored. Lan Zhan rises smoothly without assistance, and takes his steps down from the jingshi steadily. For all that he is wounded and battered, certainly exhausted, he is still the Second Jade of Lan. Proud, unyielding, and unfeeling.

Lan Zhan walks as if he carries Bichen, even if the sword is elsewhere. One hand at the small of his back, in a fist. The other at his side. There is no support required or requested. He takes his is steps down and leads them out and behind the jingshi.

"There is something I need you to do for me," he says, as he steps carefully into the bamboo.