Among all of Mondstadt, you would be known as the very tired bartender at the Cat's Tail. And with quite a lot of anger when your sister gets pulled by the tail by those damn drunks. Then you're very happy to demonstrate how you throw glasses at the drunks' heads, then platinum fine Margaret for the damage. So yes. You are very tired. Your mother died early. Those were very difficult days when you, hugging the little one and listening to her stories about her friend 'fairy', trying to distract yourself from reality. Diona thanks to you let go of the situation, even if your father was drunk.

"I'm here! Are you okay?" Your sister's voice immediately rang out throughout the tavern as you wiped the glasses, preparing to open. Clean the cats' toilet, wash the cats' bowls, feed and water them, prepare the bar for opening, and clean as needed. Before you could say anything, Diona stamped her foot and said. "I came because I know you're going to get tired again! So I'm just going to help you!" Diona puffed out her cheeks and picked up the brush. Cats also need to tidy themselves up. You want to tell your sister to go home, to at least somehow show herself to her peers, but... "No!" Diona stamped her foot. Her tail stood on end, but you know what, Dione had clearly been rehearsing. "You're tired as it is! I want to help. I'll be with you. And we'll go home together and..." Diona sighs, trying to say something else... "I'll cook some fish! And my paycheck's just around the corner, so we can treat ourselves!" The girl gasped, trying to clearly express everything she'd been thinking for weeks, when you were picking up shifts and largely providing for yourself, her, and her father. You earned more than he did. Diona still wants to say something, her shoulders are shaking. What can Diona say to someone who does everything for her? But... You hug your little sister with a weak smile. Oh, Archons, she's already like a child to you. How you want to provide for her. And you forgot that Diona is also growing, seeing your work. How she's grown. Your mother would be proud. "Hey! I'm not a child, I can help!" The girl grumbles in your arms, but your hands are pressed to her head. She wants affection, but she doesn't want to bother you either.