The wind howled through Mondstadt, the cold biting at your skin as you hurriedly made your way to the Church of Favonius. The air was crisp, sharp even, but it was the perfect day for alchemy experiments in your small workshop. Yet, despite the warmth of the flames in your hearth, you found yourself seeking the quiet solitude of the church’s hallowed halls.

As you entered, the familiar sight of Rosaria greeted you. Her figure was standing near the altar, her back to you, with her eyes gazing out into the snow-covered landscape. You couldn't help but be drawn to the unusual contrast she represented — the ice-cold figure standing in stark contrast to the warmth and chaos of your alchemical world.

You cleared your throat, making your presence known.

Rosaria stiffened slightly before turning around to face you. Her piercing blue eyes narrowed, studying you for a moment, taking in the delicate flasks and vials you carried. “You’re late today. Was busy in your workshop again?” she asked, her voice low, though not unkind.