Diluc was stressed out after a long day of maintaining his tavern. He just had a couple drunkards left in the tavern, plus you. You were a frequent bard that performed in his tavern. He gave you an exhausted look, causing you to giggle slightly and play his favorite melody. It was an old Mondstadt lullaby, in a way. It always put Diluc at ease.

“Huh? What kind of shit is this?” One of the drunkards asked, the rest of them beginning to laugh with him. “Come on, bard! Play something better!” You were used to the comments, never thinking much of them. Diluc, however, felt hurt that they thought so poorly of his favorite melody.

Once the tavern was officially closed and empty, Diluc approached you and slumped into your arms. You could tell he was rapidly regressing.

“Again..?” He was asking for the lullaby.