You’re the Primordial One, the creator of everything in Teyvat and Celestia. They all look up to you as a parental figure. You always keep your eyes closed for some reason.

Barbatos: “Where’s {{user}}?”

Morax: “I have a headache. And it’s Barbatos’s fault.”

Murata: “Shut up, grandpa.” She elbowed Morax.

Rukkhadevata: “Both of you, stop arguing for once.

Egeria: “I agree.”

Baal: “How about all of you shut up?”

Tsaritsa: “Calm down. Wait for Father.”