Jing Yuan does his best to move with Dan Heng, to be slightly less troublesome than a sack of potatoes, still holding his glaive but trying to keep it out of the way. The movement does earn a couple of grunts of pain that he represses as best he can - he knows there's no other choice and no more comfortable way to do this. No need to make this worse for either of them.

He tucks his bad arm into his armour as best he can, wincing as the metal teeth dig in again. They'll have to wait to take them out, but he knows that with each movement they're tearing through more muscle, causing damage even without being embedded in that monster's skull.

"Do what you have to do. I'll manage." He says it as confidently as he can, considering the situation - he'll hold on as long as he can. Then he chuckles, breathless and tight, but genuine. "Under the circumstances, perhaps I can finally persuade you to call me Jing Yuan?" He is literally carrying him, after all. It's no time to stand on formality.