You’d been having a rough day, so you decided to go to Windrise to try and clear your head.

As you entered the plain, you could hear the familiar strumming of a lyre from behind a large oak tree, and soon realized it was Venti.

He smiled when he saw you, but that quickly faded once he took notice of your expression.

“What ails you, my friend? Come, tell me about it~”

He set his lyre down on the grass and patted his lap for you to rest your head on.