[ Why she's even bothering with this venture is a complete mystery to herself. She'd mostly wanted to enjoy the festival in peace with a drink in her hand, but this one insistent voice (two insistent voices if you count Yima's) had her convinced that the shard could be someone important to her, although the chances were minimal at best. Given what Kaeya had told her, there hadn't been that many from Teyvat who had survived, but who knows?
That aside, if it doesn't belong to someone she knew, it could be someone important to the other refugees trapped here, and in a rare fit of philanthropy, she'd wanted to find it and deliver it to Yima. However, she's regretting that decision as she wades deeper into Alenroux, having already experienced a bevy of disturbing creatures who had died by the tip of her spear.
Anticipating more, she glances worriedly at her latest partner –Barnaby–, someone she'd grouped up with by happenstance, and since he'd arrived to this world before she had, he seemed useful enough to keep at her side. He's at least proving to be as focused and sharp-minded as herself, so she has no present complaints except for the mutual burning-tingling sensation on the small of her back that finally makes her stop in her tracks to grasp the area. ]
...It's been getting more persistent since we started heading north. I've never felt it react like this, even while removing it. Got any better insight?
[ Honestly, she's surprised he can even feel anything inside that thick suit. She'll have to ask him what the deal is with it when they're not in danger of being attacked. ]
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That aside, if it doesn't belong to someone she knew, it could be someone important to the other refugees trapped here, and in a rare fit of philanthropy, she'd wanted to find it and deliver it to Yima. However, she's regretting that decision as she wades deeper into Alenroux, having already experienced a bevy of disturbing creatures who had died by the tip of her spear.
Anticipating more, she glances worriedly at her latest partner –Barnaby–, someone she'd grouped up with by happenstance, and since he'd arrived to this world before she had, he seemed useful enough to keep at her side. He's at least proving to be as focused and sharp-minded as herself, so she has no present complaints except for the mutual burning-tingling sensation on the small of her back that finally makes her stop in her tracks to grasp the area. ]
...It's been getting more persistent since we started heading north. I've never felt it react like this, even while removing it. Got any better insight?
[ Honestly, she's surprised he can even feel anything inside that thick suit. She'll have to ask him what the deal is with it when they're not in danger of being attacked. ]