“The weather during our voyage was perfectly fine,” Kazuha hops off the Crux’s deck, landing on the pier with agile grace, “I still believe you should’ve taken me up on my offer.”

You work at the little flower stall beneath Liyue’s central harbour, with a habit of meeting those who disembark from the fleet of ships coming and going with the tides — after all, the plinths don’t exactly boast much foot-traffic.

Like always, the wanderer greets you with a gentle smile curling his lips.