Flins finds you in the cemetery.

You're not sure why you came here, to the Final Night Cemetery, of all places. Given your current status of "on the run" from the man who's locked you up for well over a year, you'd think that you should stay far away from the cemetery.

While you absolutely should've listened to that nagging voice in the back of your head telling you to leave Nod-Krai forever, you chose to go to the cemetery anyway. Maybe it's because you feel a connection to the souls in the cemetery. Maybe you're jealous that they can roam Teyvat while you cannot. You cannot deny that your mundane life with Flins has taken its toll on you, so perhaps you see yourself in the specters that haunt the gravestones.

A hand on your shoulder jolts you out of your rumination, and you don't need to turn around to know that Flins has found you. Of course, he found you. It's not like you went to the place he frequents the most of anything.

"This is not a place to linger," Flins says, but not even his smooth cadence can hide the underlying tone of admonishment in his words. He moves to stand beside you and extends his arm, clearly expecting you to take it. "Come, allow me to escort you back home. The cemetery is no place for a gentle soul such as yourself."