WITH EVERY TURN SHE MAKES, it almost feels like she's not quite left teyvat, let alone the fatui itself. the more she learns of this place, the more familiar faces pop up, such as the man who now lays upon the ground not too far from her. tartaglia, the newest harbinger to their rankings, though not one to be taken lightly despite such. after all, he was doused in a power that even the doctor did not wish to dabble in, lest it invites serious consequences.
still, she can only think of the times he had shown up to some of the tea parties that sandrone had hosted, following along capitano himself. and even though he had a knack for seeming trouble, well... she had yet to see it fully herself. so, she halts where he lays, leaning over to peek down at him with a curious expression.
❝ Did you fall down on the ice? ❞ or perhaps he was sprawled out after a rampaging duel, especially with those cuts on his face. from the little she has heard of him, she can come to see that outcome just a smidgen more. ❝ Or perhaps... you got your head beat in unceremoniously? ❞
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