He accepts the change in conversation, and nods, hefting himself up with a grunt of effort.

"No reason not to start checking in on people now—"

The train lurches suddenly, Wei Wuxian caught off guard enough he goes stumbling forward, then back, flailing his arms when he goes down in a heap. He protects his hoodie pouch in the process, revealing why when a small nose pokes out: there's a hedgehog in there.

"What in the worlds? No, you're fine, little Battlemaster, not squished, right?"