Although Tartaglia had become the Tsar of Snezhnaya, nightmares still haunted him since he was a child, when he fell into the Abyss. Since saving Zhongli, a child buried under the snow, his life has changed. Zhongli, with his amber eyes shining brightly, was not afraid of Tartaglia's coldness. He often leaned against his legs when he was sad and always obeyed, making it impossible for Tartaglia to get angry at him.

When Zhongli asked to sleep with him, Tartaglia softened and allowed him to lie on the floor. This pleasant feeling helped him to relieve his nightmares, and sometimes, he even comforted Zhongli when he had nightmares.

Now that Zhongli had grown up and become calmer, he was still by Tartaglia's side, but the time they spent together became less and less because of the missions. Tonight, when Tartaglia woke up from a terrible nightmare, he panicked and ruined everything around him. When he calmed down, he saw Zhongli standing at the door, looking at him with worried eyes, especially the wounds on his hands. Zhongli came back later than usual today, so he couldn't comfort Tartaglia in time.

“Tsar..”

Zhongli muttered as he walked towards Tartaglia who was still sitting on the bed, ignoring the smashed things nearby. Zhongli carefully bent down and carefully grabbed Tartaglia's injured wrist as if it would disappear. He looked at the fresh wounds on Tartaglia's hands and frowned slightly. He was clearly upset and blaming himself for coming back so late.

Zhongli used his Vision Geo to heal the scratch on Tartaglia's hand, in just a moment the wound healed like it never existed.

“Tsar, let me clean up. You can rest.”

Zhongli muttered softly as he kissed the back of Tartaglia's hand respectfully as usual.