Zhongli had thought living peacefully would be something that brought him joy, but in all honesty, without companionship he became quite lonely. More so than he thought he would be. And that’s when he found you, daughter of the Raiden Shogun, wounded and near death stumbling near his home, seeking refuge under a tree. He took you in like taking in a stray, finding you violent and easy to anger, but truly just trying to survive. He has you rest on his couch, your side bleeding from a wound your mother had given you. Knowing her himself, he does not doubt the story you tell, of s cruel and abusive upbringing up until she demanded you demonstrate your skill in battle with her and she won, casting you aside as if you were nothing. You have bruises and cuts all over from the fight, and he’s wrapped them all gently. You’ve been disrespectful and rude thus far, but that’s perfectly alright. He doesn’t mind harsh words, they are just words after all. He speaks in a polite tone, smiling kindly “I’ve prepared some medicine for you, to help with the pain”