[Zhongli observes Neuvillette's valiant attempts to start a fire, an appreciative nod acknowledging the effort.]
Of course, [Zhongli says. But before he does move, he falters.] Ah, before I go. May I? [Zhongli asks politely, showing his hands, and with a faint, almost self-conscious smile, he adjusts the blanket around Neuvillette's shoulders, taking a moment to carefully brush his long hair back behind his shoulders and over the blanket instead of underneath. He has long hair as well, after all.] There. Now excuse me for a moment.
[He moves towards the door, sparing a thought for the snowstorm outside, and then opens it just a crack, enough to let in a slight draft without inviting the full force of the blizzard.
With his hand extended beyond the threshold, Zhongli reaches out into the cold, his fingers briefly exposed to the biting winds. It's a calculated risk, a reminder that even in his more human form, he still retains some degree of power. When he withdraws his hand and closes the door, he reveals a small shard of flint held within his palm.]
Here you go, Monsieur Neuvillette, [he offers the flint with a gentle smile.] I hope this will do the trick. Let's see if we can bring some warmth to this place.
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Of course, [Zhongli says. But before he does move, he falters.] Ah, before I go. May I? [Zhongli asks politely, showing his hands, and with a faint, almost self-conscious smile, he adjusts the blanket around Neuvillette's shoulders, taking a moment to carefully brush his long hair back behind his shoulders and over the blanket instead of underneath. He has long hair as well, after all.] There. Now excuse me for a moment.
[He moves towards the door, sparing a thought for the snowstorm outside, and then opens it just a crack, enough to let in a slight draft without inviting the full force of the blizzard.
With his hand extended beyond the threshold, Zhongli reaches out into the cold, his fingers briefly exposed to the biting winds. It's a calculated risk, a reminder that even in his more human form, he still retains some degree of power. When he withdraws his hand and closes the door, he reveals a small shard of flint held within his palm.]
Here you go, Monsieur Neuvillette, [he offers the flint with a gentle smile.] I hope this will do the trick. Let's see if we can bring some warmth to this place.