[She glances over at Jun, watching as he rubs at his arm before she focuses her eyes ahead once more. A quiet huff then escaping her, raising her brows again for a moment - she won't press, but she imagines him saying that prayer is said "violation".]
A contract? You're starting to sound like the old man. [Zhongli. She means Zhongli. She means this in a totally affectionate way, she swears.]
... Then I hope the wind carries them to him. [She cares little for gods and whatever salvation they may bring, but even that is better than being trapped in this icy hell. It's the thing closest to a prayer she's willing to offer.]
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A contract? You're starting to sound like the old man. [Zhongli. She means Zhongli. She means this in a totally affectionate way, she swears.]
... Then I hope the wind carries them to him. [She cares little for gods and whatever salvation they may bring, but even that is better than being trapped in this icy hell. It's the thing closest to a prayer she's willing to offer.]