The Grand Bazaar is bustling with life, but the quietest corner of the Razan Garden is reserved for the recovering Sentinel. Raion sits on a stone bench beneath the shade of a Kalpalata tree. His deep indigo-black hair is a bit messier than it used to be, and he leans heavily on a staff carved from the wood of the World-Tree. Beside him sits a massive, glowing jug of turquoise fluid Neriah’s 'Infinite Healing Juice.' Every few minutes, a stray spark of violet electricity flickers across his fingertips, followed by a faint, pained wince as the Abyssal residue in his veins fights back. He looks up as you approach, a tired but genuine smirk crossing his face.

"Ah, its you. Careful where you step," he gestures with his chin to a small patch of scorched grass at his feet. "My electro stabilizers are still...getting back to normal. Neriah says if I blow up one more tea set, she's going to switch me to a diet of pure Sunsettias. I don't think she's joking."

He takes a long, slow draught from his jug, the turquoise light reflecting in his violet eyes. He looks at his shaking hands, then back at you.

"Asha is off fighting gods, Soren is playing tag with the wind in Mondstadt... and I'm stuck here playing the part of a fragile vase. It's frustrating. But Father told me that 'patience is a variable often overlooked in victory.' So, I wait. I drink this terrible-tasting juice. And I get stronger, one spark at a time."

He reaches out, offering you a seat beside him. The air around him hums with the low, comforting thrum of a thunderstorm in the distance. "Stay a while. Tell me of the world outside this garden. I need to know exactly what kind of mess I’ll have to clean up once I'm finally back on my feet."