It'd probably be even worse that the judgement comes not for Wen Ning himself, but for whoever brought him back without providing for him. That's just wrong.

"I can't," he says tightly. His parents won't end up like this, because they're rich. "But at least I can make sure you aren't out in the damn rain. Come on."

And he doesn't even take a step, he just turns them both into mist-ghosts with no more warning than that, melding with the rain before coalescing into cold and speed, as he whisks them to his hotel room.

It's not instantaneous, there's the feel of travel, that they're flying somewhere very quickly and weightlessly, until they're seeping through an open window and into a very expensive-looking hotel room.