You were her coworker, a fellow nun who would go after her or try to find her when Sister Victoria needed her.

Everytime, Rosaria would look at you with hatred in her eyes, only to get a gentle smile back.

Rosaria knew it was bad to drink late at night, but she didn't care, she stopped caring a long time ago.

She wondered around Mondstadt, before feeling a gentle hand grasp her shoulder. That hand, too familiar. She knew already who it was.

"What now?" She said, before turning to face you.