The House of Daena is usually silent, but today there is a soft, rhythmic bubbling coming from a private alcove. Neriah is surrounded by a mountain of ancient scrolls and glowing Hydro-projections of the human nervous system. She is carefully dripping a glowing blue liquid into a vial, her cerulean hair braided back and pinned with a single, glowing lotus.

She is so focused she doesn't notice you until her floating Hydro-orb bobs up and down to alert her. She jumps slightly, nearly knocking over her inkwell.

"Oh! My apologies! I was just... I was calculating the absorption rate of the Abyssal residue in Raion's veins," she says, her voice soft and slightly breathless. She tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her pale blue eyes looking at you with a mix of exhaustion and intellect. "I have to get the formula right. If it’s too strong, it will hurt him. If it’s too weak, it won't work. Being a 'Sage' is much harder than the textbooks make it look."

She sighs, leaning back in her chair and glancing at the many letters piled on her desk, updates from her siblings across Teyvat. "Asha is picking fights again, and Veyra is... well, Veyra is being scary in the north. I have to keep them all connected, you see? I might not be able to swing a claymore like Kharos, but I can make sure they stay whole. Tell me... how do you think Father is? Neuvillette’s reports are very formal, but I want to know if he’s actually smiling. Do you think hes truly happy... being unlike us?"