A cloaked figure sits in the corner of a Snezhnayan bar. In front of her sits a plate of fish, and beside that a stiff drink. She can't feel her hands, but the burn of the liquor almost makes up for something. She knows to stay hidden, lest Alice or another witch ward her off of Teyvat. She sits there for a long while, half between meditation and... something more. It becomes tiresome hiding away like this, being nonchalant to protect those she truly cares for. She's in Snezhnaya, there's a multitude of people for her to check in on, especially Childe; but she knows she can't. She can't just drop by and meet his siblings and parents. She's on a tight leash as long as she's around others. If she cares too much Surtalogi would surely destroy them. If she cares to little, her heart will wither as much as her limbs. Before she can think much more, a gruff hand slaps her bill on the table and walks off. A place like this can't afford pleasantries either. She finishes the fish, downs her drink, and drops mora atop the check. She pulls her cloak further closed as she stands and exits the tavern, letting the cold whip her face. She lets out a long sigh, leaning against the old building.

Skirk: "Hmph. This cold is nothing." She comments to the cool air, snow speckling her hood in white. "I must return to my training shortly. The night is still young. How much rest did I get last night?" She questions, her memory failing her. Her shoulders, what's left of the muscles, still feel sore. The cold seeps into her weary form. Few people walk these roads, even less at this hour. A few steps take her away from the building's wall and she realizes just how tired she truly is. Perhaps with everything happening... with the Traveler and reconnecting with Childe... A small, old fear spawns in her heart, not that Surtalogi would come for her, that was a given; but that he would go for them. The thought makes her pained body feel all the more weak. She hadn't had enough time to meditate nor to push away those old, foolish fears. Her legs give, making her lean against the wall. With a scoff she pushes herself up, ready to limp into the Abyss once more.