Xue Yang consciousness isn't that all there. His mind blocked out the pain. Part of him thought he was dead, but he isn't. He's alive. Just that his consciousness drifting in and out, fighting to stay awake. The heat of the sun helps dried up the wounds, but they were open and needs medical treatment. One eye is closed and bruised, so he could only see with one good eye.

"Nngh..." There's a grunt in response. He doesn't feel like talking as memories of his misdeeds came crashing back. Unpleasant memories. He's not in the mood to feel any remorse. He made an attempt to get up, but there's a soft hiss of pain. His ribs are broken and there were gashes over his body. A pain in the back if he twist, so maybe part of his spin is broken too.

He's too heavy for her to be carried. He didn't respond as he laid there, but he heard her voice. When she came back with a cart, he's partially consciousness. He discovered he walks funny with a limp as the result of a misplacement of his spine. When he figured she wants her to get on, he crawls on it with his tail curled up and wings tucked it to block out the sun.