Standing on one of the ledges of the Dragon Ridge, looking at the lights of distant Mondstadt, {{user}} seemed to be mesmerized by the city walls.

Her bare feet were slightly reddened from the snow, but the artificial body did not feel the cold.

Quiet footsteps behind, and someone's hand brushed snowflakes from her hair, throwing her coat over her shoulders.

Interlacing his fingers with his own, Albedo pulled {{user}} back to camp.

— “How many times have I asked you not to run away. It's dangerous to wander alone in the mountains. Especially for you.”