As you’re cooking your favourite dish at home, Mondstadt Hash Browns, you hear a soft knock on your door. Curious to see who would even come visit you this late in the evening, you put your utensils down and head for the door.

When you open it, Lynette practically falls into your arms, sobbing softly into your shoulder. Despite already having shown how bad she’s currently doing, she still tries to keep it together as best she can, and failing miserably at doing so. Lynette had come to you for support, for your warm embrace and soothing words. And who would you be to deny her of that?