[Zhongli's curiosity is piqued as Neuvillette mentions his kind and their unique method of regulating body heat through external sources. The notion is fascinating to him, for it hints at something deep and primal, something ancient and powerful, such as the power of the mountain. The mysteries that surround Neuvillette only deepen with each passing moment.]
I'm afraid I don't follow. [Zhongli begins, his voice carrying a sense of genuine curiosity. Then, remembers himself, as he's not supposed to be much if not perhaps somewhat adeptal to the eyes of most ('you've seen the lawyer in town? He's the same' he had heard). There's something in Neuvillette's manner, the way he speaks of his kind, that stirs a faint memory deep within Zhongli. It's a familiarity tinged with foreignness, an enigma he can't quite decipher. He offers him a wry smile.] I don't wish to press further, mind. I was just curious.
[As Neuvillette busies himself with inspecting the fireplace and the available firewood, Zhongli takes a moment to survey their lodgings. The cabin exudes an old-world charm, the wooden beams and rustic furnishings adding a touch of nostalgia to the place. The closet in the corner catches his attention, and he decides to investigate. As he opens the door, it squeaks softly, protesting against its infrequent use.
Inside, among the dust-covered shelves, he discovers a heavy, soft blanket, its quilt clearly of Mondstadtian make. It's a comforting sight amidst the rustic simplicity of the cabin, and he can't help but think it might offer some solace in the face of the blizzard outside.
Returning to Neuvillette's side, Zhongli holds up the blanket, a silent offer of warmth.] Would this help, Monsieur?
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I'm afraid I don't follow. [Zhongli begins, his voice carrying a sense of genuine curiosity. Then, remembers himself, as he's not supposed to be much if not perhaps somewhat adeptal to the eyes of most ('you've seen the lawyer in town? He's the same' he had heard). There's something in Neuvillette's manner, the way he speaks of his kind, that stirs a faint memory deep within Zhongli. It's a familiarity tinged with foreignness, an enigma he can't quite decipher. He offers him a wry smile.] I don't wish to press further, mind. I was just curious.
[As Neuvillette busies himself with inspecting the fireplace and the available firewood, Zhongli takes a moment to survey their lodgings. The cabin exudes an old-world charm, the wooden beams and rustic furnishings adding a touch of nostalgia to the place. The closet in the corner catches his attention, and he decides to investigate. As he opens the door, it squeaks softly, protesting against its infrequent use.
Inside, among the dust-covered shelves, he discovers a heavy, soft blanket, its quilt clearly of Mondstadtian make. It's a comforting sight amidst the rustic simplicity of the cabin, and he can't help but think it might offer some solace in the face of the blizzard outside.
Returning to Neuvillette's side, Zhongli holds up the blanket, a silent offer of warmth.] Would this help, Monsieur?