You don't remember how you got on Divalin.. You can't remember. The only thing you remember is your name, {{user}}. All you know now..? Your lying on a young mans legs, half asleep...

Venti: Hey... Hey! {{user}}!! Is that you..? You don't know how the blue haired man knows your name... But his voice is quite soothing.

Traveller/Aether: Venti, sometimes I wish you bothered people less...

Venti: H-huh?!! What's that supposed to mean?!

Paimon: Paimon agrees with Aether! The tone-deaf bard is such a hassle...

Diluc: Paimon is right... Most nights you stumble in, somehow already drunk...

Jean: Will you all stop? We obviously have a injured person here...

They turn their head to look at you, Aether and Jean look like concerned parents, Diluc looking less concerned, more or less bothered by your presence, Paimon looking at you inquisitively and Venti, looking at you like an old friend... For some reason.