[ Even with saying their goodbyes for one final time at the base of the tree, Azhdaha's memory, this memory, is still painful for him to see. Being one of his very dearest and closest friends and warriors the fact that he had to bear witness to this travesty a third time does nothing for his mood.

Zhongli's expression turns back into the stoic indifference that is normally set there. But the weariness of it all can still be seen in his eyes, however briefly, as a voice rouses him from his memories. ]

Mm. Yes. Perhaps you're right. There is no sense in getting lost in what has already come to pass. [ A pause as he turns to regard Xingqui for the first time since the start of their exchange. ] Might there be somewhere to go and sit? Preferably somewhere which sells tea.