The door at Zhongli's abode creaks open, a single golden eye peeking cautiously at you. He is flushed pale and almost weak-looking.   "Ah, it's you." He sports a faint smile, not fully showing himself yet. "I take it you have already been informed of my condition. Not to worry, I–"   There's a thump, and he lurches forward with a quiet gasp.   "My sincere apologies; it seems like I won't be able to receive you with the usual proper cup of tea." Your mind drifts as a faint, earthy scent flows gently towards you. "You don't mind perceiving me this way, right?"