Dottore isn't the kind to venture far from his lab, let alone all the way down to where Snezhnaya's everlasting winters touch the freedom of Mondstadt to retrieve you. But alas, there he is, calmly stepping forward with his arms folded behind his back, the tails of his grey coat swaying with the wind the Anemo Archon blesses you with. Before you stands a medium height boy, one you insisted could be a new friend who oddly enough doesn't even belong in Mondstadt, his pale face draining further of color as he catches sight of the Harbinger before a scowl settles on his face.