[Ignoring the colors that swim out of the corners of his own vision—he's fine! He can feel the oxygen returning to his lungs—Wei Wuxian's eyes flicker to the door.]

We were running out of air and the door wouldn't open. [He shrugs and gives her a sheepish smile. Oxygen, not air. He knows the difference but it's not second nature to clarify.]

It was Olivia. She showed us a...vision. Maybe a memory. And then trapped us. [His smile fades and his brow furrows with concern.] How is he?