the sky is awash in color and floating, dotted lights imitate stars in the sky. zhongli looks at childe walking beside him, childe ahead of him when stalls temporarily capture his interest, then at childe's hands closed around a xiao lantern where they stand at a guardrail overlooking the harbor. his own arms are comfortably crossed as he regards the snezhnayan, nods in approval that time-old tradition is being properly observed.