often…what would count as often? then again, even under the guise of relativity, she probably doesn't… "no," she answers, once again letting her gaze drift. this time, it's to the source of the new sound: pen on paper. "i don't usually come around."

wandering around the shops, looking for food…the abyss doesn't exactly have a very good selection.

she's holding a sunsettia, lashes lowered in thought—but then a gaze pricks at her consciousness, and she turns her head just enough to cast her own stare to meet it.

abyss-touched hands move to set the fruit down, and she turns to fully face her…companion? perhaps not. the speaker. quietly, she nods in greeting—cold, but civil. "hello."

after a moment, she picks the sunsettia up again, pulling out a few coins to pay for it. "yes," she replies, short—even if she's more amenable to being part of teyvat, she still has her reservations.

…it's warm.

/ sorry for being away i am travelling

/ alright so my motivation to write in general may have hit rock bottom (again) But.

being surtalogi's student is not as hard as having period cramps

this is why i just ( casually morphs body )

do you want me to freeze it for you