"So, any updates on the stronghold you found yesterday?"

Diluc had long anticipated that one of these days, people were bound to find out about his nightly escapades. Going back only as far as a week ago, that list of people who are privy to his activities only seem to have grown tenfold. The Traveler, his little fairy companion, Kaeya, and Jean, all found out in their own respective ways. What those people wouldn't have known, is the fact that they weren't the first ones to have discovered him in the midst of his act.

"Haven't had the chance to check it out again." The wine-red haired woman in front of him answered as she took a sip of that same drink, eyes as baggy as ever, "Church work has been annoyingly busy lately. Even when I skipped morning mass, Barbara would just force me back into some other duties."

"Well, you are a nun." Diluc scoffed, long past the point of questioning how someone who works in a such a position ends up having the same kind of nightly hobbies as he does, "One that has a habit of day-drinking at that."

"Why do you care? I'm giving you business anyways."

"You make a good point."

Rosaria is far from what Diluc would have considered to be a nun. Although a part of him blames the fact that he's had to watch the Acting Grand Master's little sister perform in his tavern from time to time, and she's apparently the epitome of how a deaconess should be. Not that he gave such topic much time to think about.

"Though it still surprises me to see you batter through a squad of Abyss mages well past midnight."

She scoffed, gesturing for another glass as she passes her empty one to his hand, "And how surprised did you think I was to see Mondstadt's wealthiest individual massacring Abyss members, in a similar setting?"

Now that he thought about it. Both scenarios are ridiculously nonsensical had anyone merely thought of it out of their head. A wine tycoon disguising himself to fight unknown monsters, compared to a nun who's apparently much more active at night, galivanting around the dark plains of Mond.

Either way, ridiculous.

"In any case," Diluc slid her glass back to her direction, expertly caught by her awaiting hand, "Should there be any more chatter, we would need to be on guard."

"Speaking of chatter, has anyone from the Knights come by with a… request, of some kind?" She suddenly asked.

"Other than the ones who are obviously slacking from their duties, none." Diluc answered with a tiny bit of venom which Rosaria had proven to be accustomed to in the seldom times where the man talks about his former affiliation, "Why do you ask?"

"Hmm…" Rosaria murmured, before shrugging to herself, "Never mind then, I just thought-."

The bell of the tavern door rang, cutting of her sentence, before some Knights who were just about to exit the premise seemed to have stopped at their tracks.

"Evening, Captain Kaeya!"

"Huh, speak of the devil." Rosaria smirked, raising a suspicious eyebrow from Diluc who immediately busied himself with another drink in a blatant attempt to avoid any interaction with the approaching Cavalry Captain.

"Master Diluc and Rosaria, how are we all faring in this fine evening?" His silky voice rang through the air.

Rosaria gave him a small wave while Diluc merely grunted uninterestedly as he kept his vision on the counter.

"Ah, not as much as a how are you?" Kaeya dramatically clutches his chest, feigning an expression of pain, "You wound me so, half-brother of mine."

"I'm busy. What do you want, Kaeya?" Diluc grumbled. Not, or to be precise, never in the mood for the roundabout conversations that the Alberich likes to take him through.

"Never one for small talk, as per usual, Master Diluc." Approaching the counter, he took the stool next to Rosaria and settled himself. "Though due to the situation in hand, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to get straight towards the heart of the matter."

Rosaria side-eyed Diluc out of curiosity as Kaeya pulled a piece of paper from his vest. In all her time of knowing the brazen Knight, she'd rarely ever heard him speak in such a direct manner. Of course, she'd notice that the Ragnvindr himself had subtly reacted by immediately paying attention, though not without the reluctant sigh preceding it.

Gesturing towards the paper, Kaeya slid it towards the redhead's hands, "Please, consider our request."

Taking his time to scan over the paper, Diluc's expression switched in a flash. Noticing that the paper had some degree of formality to it, gone was the irritated sibling that he was a few seconds ago, and in comes the expert professionalism that the winery master had shown in all of his business endeavors. A switch of personality that both Kaeya and Rosaria can't help but be impressed by, in the rare occasions where they get to witness said transformation.

The paper itself, initially threw Diluc for quite a loop. It's rare enough for Kaeya to be the one coming to his tavern bearing a formal request. It's much more of an uncommon occurrence for such requests to have come with an official Knights of Favonius insignia, establishing much more of a precedence in the letter's content and urgency.

However, after seeing what the letter had basically been asking him to do, Diluc can only scoff.

"Are you serious? You are requesting that I sponsor a Knights of Favonius event, whilst utilizing Angel's Share as its main venue?"

Internally, Rosaria was quite close to spitting the contents of her drink back to the glass where it came from. She knew, just like every other citizen of Mondstadt, how much the owner of the Dawn Winery loath to be associated with the Knights of Favonius. A part of her had wanted to ask whether or not Kaeya had been joking, but with the confidence in which the young man had been displaying as he put forth the request, she was sure that there was more that was up the Cavalry Captain's fancy sleeves.

So, she sat back and simply watched.

Kaeya merely hummed, seemingly unperturbed by Diluc's reaction, "Indeed, quite the extraordinary turn of events, wouldn't you say?"

"Well, I'm afraid that the nature of my answer would be anything but extraordinary." Diluc then gave him both a monotonous look and reply, passing the paper back with a degree of overexaggerated authority, "I will have to respectfully decline."

That much, Rosaria had expected.

Now, what's Kaeya's plan?

"Oh, but I would ask for you to reconsider." He countered, voice now laced with much more confidence, "In fact, I would highly suggest that you conduct a closer read through the list of victuals that we have procured, and see if it might raise an acute sense of interest in your sophisticated mind?"

In his mind, Diluc had thought that nothing written in that paper would ever persuade him to void his decision. However, he decided to humor the man and once again, went through the list of courses and beverages that had been listed. At a glance, the list had seemed like any old menu that consisted of Mondstadt staples, which was not surprise given the obvious setting of the event.

But slowly, he began to notice some fine details that pricked at the corners of his memories.

Sweetened Dandelion Wine…

Cat's Tail's special Mushroom Pizza…

And last but not least.

A serving of An Evening's Wind.

A drink that had long been forgotten by Diluc, who had concocted it many years ago, for someone who he wasn't sure even remembered that said drink had existed.

"This is all…"

"Hmm…?" Kaeya hummed with curiosity, knowing that he had hit the mark, "So it seems that the young Master hasn't forgotten."

Knowing that he had essentially walked into Kaeya's trap, Diluc began racking his brain through the possibilities. Why are they making an event full of Jean's favorite meals and drinks? He knew for sure that her birthday was still long ways away, so that notion was most definitely out of the question. It then dawned on him that the longer he spent dwelling on the matter, the more entertainment he was providing to the smug cunning Captain, who's expression now only serves to gradually increase his level of irritation.

Diluc, however, had no interest in entertaining him any further, "Alright, out with it. Did something happen to Jean?"

"Oh, so you haven't heard?" Rosaria suddenly interjected, having been silent for the better part of the conversation, "Earlier this afternoon, she collapsed in her office."

A beat of silence sliced through the three of them.

"So, looks like the news found its way to you first, sister Rosaria." Kaeya was first to chime in.

"Naturally. Barbara was running around the church after the Traveler brought her sister to the cathedral." An unimpressed look on her eyes as she looked at Kaeya, "Do remember that I work there, Captain Kaeya."

"Of course." Kaeya had his hand raised apologetically, "I meant no offense."

"None taken."

Diluc sighed and leaned on the counter, taking advantage of the pause within their conversation, "Where is she now?"

"Last I heard, our dear Honorary Knight is currently distracting her from the city." Kaeya responded, crossing his arms while shrugging, "We were hoping to take this time to set up this little surprise for our dear Acting Grand Master. Although, I'd have to wait for your revised answer, Master Diluc."

"Urgh…" Knowing there was no escaping the situation, Diluc turned towards the backroom door, opening it halfway before turning to Charles, "Charles, we have an event tonight to set up with the Knights. See to it so that the arrangements are as to their liking." He shot a quick glare towards Kaeya's way-too cheerful look, "I'll be back to oversee the event myself."

"You got it, Boss." Charles quickly affirmed.

With a nod, Diluc made his merry way out to the backroom and out of the sight of the tavern goers.

"Give me a minute, Captain." Charles nodded to a few of the other guests on the counter while handing Kaeya a bottle of wine that he regularly drank with Rosaria, "Just gotta handle a few more people and I'll be right with you."

"Take your time, Charles." Kaeya said as he grabbed a glass of his own and began pouring one for himself.

"Well played, Alberich." Placing her glass next to his, Kaeya didn't miss a beat as he refilled her drink as soon as the contents of his glass was to his liking, "And here I thought you were stupid enough to ask the Diluc Ragnvindr to sponsor a Knights of Favonius event without a proper game plan."

"You know you can give me more credit than that, my dear drinking partner."

"I don't know. Your shortsightedness surprises me sometimes." She cheekily remarked, earning a mock glare from the man beside her.

"Very funny."

"Still though, who would've thought," She interspersed her comment with a sip of her drink, "Just like wine is your weakness, looks like our Acting Grand Master is very much Diluc Ragnvindr's…"

"Rosaria, you made it!"

A cheer from Barbara caused Diluc to look from the glass that he was cleaning. The woman merely gave the deaconess a small wave and a smile as she made her way to the counter, quickly taking note of the Cavalry Captain and bard who had their faces smacked down on the wooden surface. Presumably, or from what Rosaria had definitely known, definitely from having one too much to drink.

"Didn't think you would show up." Diluc commented, nodding towards the passed out Alberich, "Kaeya was getting lonely."

"Really? By the looks of it, he'd found his kind."

Diluc said nothing else and merely prepped Rosaria's regular drink as she settled across him. She took a moment to look around, taking note of the several groups of people that are littered across the tavern. Most of the Knights were there, with the blonde Honorary Knight currently trying to make sure that whatever his flying companion is doing, doesn't end up causing a disaster. It was then did she realize that she had failed to spot one particular figure.

"Where's our guest of honor?"

"She's on the balcony upstairs." Came Diluc's short reply.

"Aren't you going to pay her a visit?"

The question earned her an inquisitive glare from the redhead, "Why would I? She looked fine when the event started."

"You seemed pretty worried when we broke the news to you earlier."

He looked away, "Not entirely…"

"Whatever you say, Ragnvindr." Rosaria wasn't one to beat around the bush, and she knew exactly the sort of excuses the bartender would utilize in such situations, nor did she fail to realize the unique looking drink that the man had set aside just behind the counter, "I'll look after these two dolts, you go check on our Grand Master."

Noticing her plan, Diluc knew that there was once again, no use in trying to talk his way out of the situation. Either way, he wouldn't lie to himself. He had been a tiny bit worried. Okay, maybe not only a tiny bit, but regardless, he was worried for his friend's health. Not wanting to waste any more time, he grabbed the drink he had stored behind the counter and nodded as he passed by the nun.

"Drinks are on the house." He muttered.

"Wouldn't be here if it wasn't." Rosaria called out in response. Knowing very well that it was his discreet way of thanking her.

Making his way up the stairs, he steadied himself to a halt as he arrived at the door that led to the balcony. Wanting to take his time to arrange his mind, he'd been considering if there were things that he should be saying when he sees her. However, after drawing blank after blank, he decided that he should just let the flow of things lead him towards an idea.

Opening the door, he felt the breeze quickly enveloping him as he made his way through the doorframe.

And there she stood. Back against him, with her blonde locks flowing freely as she took in the breeze herself.

Realizing that she hadn't noticed his presence, he quietly closed the door and made his way to her side.

Sidling up to her, he placed the drink on the railing, letting her know of his arrival. A small gasp coming out of her mouth as she just realized that she wasn't alone.

"O-oh, Diluc, It's you…"

He didn't want to say anything yet. Instead, he simply gestured towards the drink, urging her to give it a try.

"F-For me?"

Due to the conditions at hand, he couldn't help but deadpan wordlessly. Eliciting a slight blush from the blonde.

"R-Right, there's no one else around."

She gingerly raised the glass to her lips, tilting it ever so slightly to take a considerate amount in, careful as to not spill any of it. During that small timeframe, Diluc never took his eyes off of her face. Her eyes however, had been closed as she appraised the taste of the liquid, before it suddenly burst back open, a twinkle visible in her eyes.

"I-Is this… An Evening's Wind?" She asked with wonder, looking towards Diluc, finding herself surprised as she just about spotted his look of appraisal turn into a look that she can only put as… affectionate?

"Another souvenir of the past, that I hadn't thought you would still remember…" Diluc leaned on the railing, running a hand through his hair as he chuckled, "When I agreed to sponsoring the event, I immediately ran back to the manor, since I've almost forgotten what the specific ingredients were. Thankfully, my father kept a meticulous notebook of all the mixes that I've done when he was still alive, this recipe happened to have still been on that book."

"I would admit, it does look different from what I have remembered." Jean admitted, taking another sip right after, "But the flavor is unmistakable. It's the same drink that I've been longing to taste again, for the past four years."

"Well then," Propping his head on his hand, he searched her expressions momentarily, before asking with hope lacing his tone, "Was it worth the wait?"

Waiting as she finished another sip, he looked on as she seemingly pondered for a brief second, before happily beaming towards him.

"Very much so."

Oh, how that smile could one day be the end of him.

"Although, I would rather if I didn't have to wait another four years for my next serving."

"Understood," his laugh soft in her ears, "I shall add it to the menu."

Thinking that he had made the correct move, he went back to enjoying the view, before he realized that she had gone rather silent. Looking back towards her, she had lowered the glass and her eyes had been flickering back and forth, as if there was something that she had been contemplating to say.

Before he was able to ask, she shuffled rather timidly and spoke almost in a whisper.

"I-I would have rather if you were to just, umm… keep it, uh… between… us?"

"O-Ooh…" Diluc himself can barely get his words out without fumbling over one word and the other, "O-Of course, how foolish of me."

"But if you want to…"

"No, no… It's fine." Diluc assured her, now understanding her point of view, "In hindsight, it would be the more logical option."

Silence descended upon them. Jean flustering over the directness of her request, while Diluc was trying his hardest to lower the heat that had slowly crept up his face. He knew very well that she hadn't thought that the drink wouldn't be suitable enough for Angel's Share's menu, and having that thought racing around his mind certainly did not help with his attempts to calm himself down.

Eventually, he remembered why he had wanted to see her in the first place. Clearing his throat, he made sure that his was stable enough so that he wouldn't have to repeat his question due to wobbly speech.

"So, care to explain why the Knights of Favonius suddenly wanted me to sponsor an event to thank their obviously healthy Acting Grand Master?"

Though she tried her best to mask it, he managed to catch that small stutter as she froze at his question.

"W-Well… I seem to have… Uhh…" The usually confident dandelion knight began to shuffle her feet, twiddling her digits around the glass that she had been holding, "Let my workload get the better of me…"

She outwardly cringed when she heard a familiar exhale of exasperation. Back when she was still a rookie knight, she was desperate to quickly prove to her superiors that is someone who is capable of holding her own, and that they wouldn't have to worry about her development as a knight.

Of course, seeing as Diluc was her immediate superior, a lot of her attempts of self-actualization had to be his to bear witness to. This meant a lot of on-field recklessness, though it's mostly due to her desire to ensure everyone's safety while completely disregarding her own. Another prevalent half however, is the number of hours she would put into her shift of duty, whether it be patrol, paperwork, or any kind of work that meant upholding any sort of duty towards the knights, she will gladly be on the case.

This led to her not only putting a ridiculous amount of overtime towards her own duties, but also others taking advantage of not only her workaholic nature, but also her undue kindness. Many knights of her day would not bat an eye at leaving their work for her to finish, and some even considered it a norm to just leave everything to her, and she'd simply drag the troubles with her, all while she constantly wore a smile.

Diluc, however, was no fan of her self-sacrificing methods. And every time he had caught her taking over the works of others, and in the few times where he'd find her practically half asleep, trying to get her duties done on time, he'd give her that same sigh of exasperation that was pretty much asking...

"Why do you do this to yourself?"

Realizing that the question hadn't come from her thoughts, she was instantaneously brought back to the present, where the man in question is now looking at her with that inquisitive stare that she had long been at the end of.

Until now, she still hadn't found a good answer to that question of his. Always starting off with a tittered laugh while sheepishly scratching at her cheek. Unfortunately for her, she also had no sense of gauging just how much work is too much work, and when she began spouting out the list of things that she had decided to undertake, it usually only serves to worry the other person even more, than it does calm them.

"It wasn't that much work! There were hilichurl reports to tend to, tax returns to file, and missing cats to look for, not to mention the fatui's that were still holed up in Goth Grand Hotel…"

Before she knew it, she had once again begun listing everything, much to Diluc's dismay. He'd let her talk for a few more minutes before he decided that he had enough proof to back up his own arguments down the line.

"Then there were Amber's renewed scouting report-,"

"Okay, Jean. Let me stop you right there." Raising a hand to make sure that she actually pauses her line of listing, "Are you aware of how many tasks you're spouting out at the moment? You might as well have been writing a thesis for the Academia."

Jean knew she didn't have much of a ground to stand on, but attempted to persist either way, "But… it is the request of the people…"

Diluc ran a frustrated hand through his hair, "I recognize that, but finding other people's lost pet? I highly doubt that it's a job for someone of your caliber." He then gestured to himself and then the tavern, "I run Mondtadt's largest industry, yet you won't see me personally delivering my wine to other people, do you?"

"But that's because you have plenty of workers to spare-,"

"Please, do not try to spare your underlings from this." He had interjected, trying his absolute best to not let his begrudging tone slip through his speech, "I've seen it for myself. You'd have yourself tirelessly deal with issues around the city while some of the other knights are in my tavern, on what I recall correctly, is outside of their break time."

On that note, Jean really had no reply. She had been on the other end of many complaints where the jobs that were given to the novice knights would either take an extraneous amount of time to complete, or worse, still unresolved. And many would rather have her personally take on the task since they knew that if it was within her hands, then the job in hand would not only be finished swiftly, but also impeccably.

Prompting her to take on requests which had managed to make its way to her desk.

Finished with his tangent, Diluc took a calming breath and once again, leaned on the railing. Letting the steam that built itself within him, slowly evaporate into the air, as he put a much more rational train of thought towards the issue in hand.

"I suppose… I still have much to learn when it comes to delegating my tasks to others…"

The tone in which she had accompanied that statement with made Diluc's heart clench in regret. His thoughts immediately questioning whether or not had he been too rough with the delivery of his frustration, while a rather irrational part of his mind had begun blaming himself for having left her to that situation.

Because if things had stayed the way it was all those years ago, then there is almost no doubt that he would have been the one to be within her shoes.

Even if he didn't leave after the demise of his father, he would still be the one left with the task of leading Mondstadt during Varka's absence. All while Jean would most certainly still be his ever-trustworthy right hand. And maybe, just maybe, he would have been able to help her more than he could at his current status.

"I'm sorry… I hadn't mean to have it come out so brashly…" Another sigh escaped his lips, this time, not directed towards her, "In all due consideration, it is logical that I also have some blame to shoulder through all of this."

This caught Jean's attention, "How so? You don't have any duty to uphold within the Knights."

"But I used to." He looked at her with a tinge of regret, "If I hadn't left you to your own device for all those years, maybe you'd have a lot more help than you would have available to you nowadays."

"Absolutely not, Diluc." Jean sternly said, setting her drink aside on a nearby table before marching back to his side, leaning in to get a better look of his face, "I will not sit by while you have yourself carry a blame over something that was caused by my own incompetence."

He slowly turned towards her, "But, if you were to think about it-,"

"Then it would have made no difference." Jean interjected, wanting to get her own ground on the topic, "Not that you wouldn't have been able to help me due to your lack of ability, but more due to the fact that if you are still part of the Knights now, then Varka would surely have brought you along for this grand expedition of his."

A valid point if there ever was one. Not to blow his own horn, but even he could admit that the two of them would sooner than later be some of Favonius' top elites from the way things were going at the time, and seeing as Varka had pretty much taken most of the Knights' top talents for his expedition, it's safe to say that he wouldn't have escaped that selection himself.

"So, if anything, the fact that you are not part of the Knights, can be somewhat considered as a hidden blessing at the moment."

"How so?" Diluc asks, curiosity beckoning him.

"If you were still a knight, then I wouldn't have my closest confidante to confide to." She admitted with a blush once again permeating her tone, before clearing her throat, "Lisa and Kaeya are by no means bad company. But Lisa can be a bit… too mature at times, while Kaeya is… well, Kaeya."

"Ah yes, she has reached that age threshold, hasn't she?" Diluc mentions as he recalls the librarian's somewhat older age.

"Don't say it to her directly though." Jean warns with a giggle, "No matter how much political power you hold here, she will not hesitate to zap you."

"I shall keep that in mind."

Another bout of silence descended upon them. This time, one that brings about a more comforting nature. Yet Diluc could tell, that she hadn't finished her piece on the matter.

"What I'm trying to say is, Diluc…" She started slowly, pacing herself as to not stumble upon her words, "The knights aren't perfect. I'm not perfect. You know that better than anyone else in Mondstadt. Had you not left all those years ago, then we would have never found that source of corruption that had been plaguing the upper echelons."

To some extent, that much had been true. His sudden departure caused many to question the causes. Of course, earliest questioning fell upon the ears of his then-direct superior, being Inspector Eroch. Investigations then began to occur as the man started to evade most of the interrogative inquiries, as even the most mundane of questions became matters that the older man would absolutely refuse to discuss.

Eventually, Eroch himself became the one to show his hand. He had been taking money from aristocrats in order to boost their member's chances of being inducted into the Knights of Favonius. Being someone with a prominent position within the Knights himself, it also meant that political and business decisions that went through his supervision, would simply be vetoed towards his partnered aristocrats, no matter how suspicious they were, with Eroch pocketing a lucrative amount of mora with every deal that is made.

Documents and files that stipulated these deals were eventually found through an innocent search of the archives by a frantic Sucrose. Thinking that old alchemical research had been mistakenly archived away, the stack of files that she had brought out held none of the things that she had been looking for, but when Albedo offered to help carve through the paper, he had noticed that the documents had held information that both he and Sucrose were most definitely not supposed to be privy to.

Having Eroch's name written all over it, an enraged Varka launched the interrogation himself, with Jean amongst the small number of Knights that had been tasked to secure the Inspector. The man admitted to all the wrongdoings, yet refused to elaborate over which clans he had been personally been involved with. With the approval of the Seneschal, Varka officially exiled the corrupt Inspector, alongside throwing out all the underlings that had maliciously been involved within his schemes.

Amongst all the things he had admitted to, Eroch had also claimed to be the cause of Diluc's sudden departure. Though he didn't get to say why, because the hot-blooded Varka had already cemented his choice to exile the man.

"I'm not going to ask you over what Eroch had said that had made you leave so abruptly." Jean shook her head clear of her inner thoughts, "Unless you're ready to tell me, I won't pry. Having you back here, talking to me, is more than what I could've asked for."

Diluc hadn't been able to say anything. More due to the notion that there wasn't any word that Diluc himself could deem to be deserving for the young woman next to him. In the end, Jean broke the silence once again.

"Though your presence is comforting as always, there's more that I want to prove to you." She had said earnestly, "You lost your trust within the knights for reasons that I have yet to know. But knowing who you are, it would've been for reasons that many wouldn't blame you for."

She turned towards the city. The balcony which they had stood on perfectly overlooking the center plaza, "One day… I want to be able to present the knights the way I see them. One that not only upholds honor and integrity over everything, but one that would be fully deserving of the trust of not only the citizens," Her eyes locked onto his, making that sure that he is looking at her, "But also deserving of your trust."

A heartbeat of a moment passed through them.

"I will make sure of it."

"…"

Diluc looks away, "Truthfully, I doubt that…"

Jean outwardly cringed, not expecting his bluntness to have broken through in such a moment.

"However..."

His tone had suddenly changed, with the moon now illuminating his features, revealing a smile adorned on his lips.

"I will look forward to when that time comes."

His smile had apparently been contagious, seeing as Jean now bore a similar expression.

"I guarantee you the best of my efforts."

"Though…" Diluc said with a chuckle, "I'd rather not have you work towards that while fainting from exhaustion every other day."

Jean was yet to give in over his persistence, "T-Today was just a-,"

"Jean…"

His stern gaze and low tone had been enough to silence her rebuttal. He sharpened his stare, trying to coerce a certain statement out of her, which Jean immediately picked up on.

"I will indulge on your insistence to dependence, and try to delegate my tasks to others to avoid overworking myself…"

"That's a step, if there ever was any…" Diluc sighed in acceptance, not wanting to push his luck for the time being. He pulled out a folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket, and handed it over to her, "Here."

"What's this?" Jean asked as she opened it up, revealing it to be a note to a location within Stormbearer Mountains.

"My end of our promise." Diluc stated, gesturing towards the two of them, "You find a way to keep your health in check, and I won't hide any of my operations from your knowledge."

Appreciating his commitment, she decided that this wasn't the time for her to lose her own, "I like the sound of that."

The two chuckled in agreement at the deal that they have made. The serving of "An Evening Wind" had found it's way back to Jean's hands, as they once again enjoyed the company of each other within the calm winds the Mondstadt evening had to offer.

"Though I'd rather if I didn't have to deal with such requests from the Knights of Favonius ever so frequently."

Jean raised an eyebrow in confusion, "How come?"

Diluc scrounged his nose, seemingly in annoyance.

"There's only so much of Kaeya's obnoxious grin that I could handle, before I actually give him a good punch to the face."