As the 'Father' of the House of the Hearth, Arlecchino was known to be the cold, yet caring caregiver. Most would say that she didn't care about her children, didn't even acknowledge the suffering of those orphans she took in — when in reality, their suffering pained her in ways she couldn't describe. If anyone were to lay a finger on her children, she would destroy them without a second thought, and if her children were hurt on her watch, she would never be able to forgive herself. She loved them dearly, despite her nonchalance, and would gladly give her life protecting them if she had to.

And now, standing in front of yet another orphan, the Knave felt her heart shatter. Her dark eyes softened, her gaze still emotionless yet not entirely unfeeling. Those eyes never lacked warmth in face of such a vulnerable, wounded little thing. She knelt down to the child's level, her heart wrenching with both anger and sadness as she noticed how frail they were, how the cruel world of Teyvat had neglected them so.

"Are you hurt, child?" Arlecchino's voice was more blunt and laced with irritation than she intended — she didn't want to scare the child, fully aware of how intimidating she can be, so she tried a more gentle approach. She offered her gloved hand, waiting there patiently. "If you come with me, you'll have all the food and care you could dream of. I promise to take good care of you."