"So Captain Frederica has departed back to Expedition?" Eula asked, looking up and left towards Sans.

"Yup. She was just here after some plots reached her about Jean's situation." Punny outrider responded. "But now that this is over, we are basically given free hand to resolve the issues how we see fit."

"Oh… Brilliant."

"Also, Glad to hear your voice is getting better."

"Heh, thank you." Eula made a slight smirk with her mouth. "Hope you don't mind coming to me for two more days."

"So that's how long you have left before you return, huh." Sans closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them again into a happy-ish half-circle shape. "Great to know. I missed your bossy attitude."

"Really?" Eula asked, looking at him curiously. "Wouldn't you prefer to have no one tell you you're doing something wrong?"

"Mmmeh. Not really." Sans shrugged his shoulders, before looking up and at the view outside the window. "The banter kind of reminds me about…"

"... Put some more 'backbone' into it! Nyeh heh heh heh heh…"

"... Old times."

"You don't miss them?"

"E?" He looked down, having been snapped off of the daydream by Eula's suggestion.

"You heard me. Don't you feel bad about leaving them?"

"Of course I do." Sans blinked, before taking a deep breath. "But I know they would want me to be happy. Sitting in a corner sobbing won't let me move on, y'know?"

"Move on for…" Eula began speaking again, trying to get a more decisive ending.

"For you."

"... Excuse me?"

"For all of you. That is." Sans winked, seeing her face turn pink in the cheeks. "I had you in the first half, didn't I?"

"For a conversation about lost ones, you seem too happy." Eula pointed out, making him scratch the back of his head in a nervous manner.

"Okay, okay. My bad."

"Actually, I think I get it now." She continued, looking up at his face with a glare of partial relief. "You use comedy to hide your insecurities."

"... You really value looking cool." Sans smirked, pointing at her Cryo vision.

"Shut up."

"Alright, alright. I said enough."

"So Noelle is still somewhere around Iramaties, eh?" Matthias asked, sitting in the Favonius cafeteria, drinking something by the bench closest to the entrance doors.

"The few people we found on the edge of their camp asked her to stay and help with preparation of medicine." Amber responded, sitting down on the opposite side of the table with a small tray of veggies. "It has something to do with sanctified wisdom."

"Hmm…" Matthias scratched the bottom of his chin, before noticing Stas walking over to join them. "Hey, Stas."

"Need something, my Prince?"

"Don't call me that."

"Aaalright, I got it by now." Misguided Knight nodded regretfully, suddenly changing his direction to end up sitting beside Amber. "Still, need something?"

"Ever heard of Iramatian wisdom? Anything?" Matthias asked, pointing an index finger from the cup-wieding hand ahead towards him.

"Hmmm… Not very much." Stas shrugged his shoulders. "For all I do, they fit the common practise of man being so absorbed into the usual manly stuff that actually learning what does what falls onto those who doesn't. Set-in-stone split of responsibilities so to speak."

"So all women are put onto learning plants, vegetations and herb mixtures?" Amber asked, tilting her head sideways with a look of pity.

"All rules have exceptions." Matthias put out his counterargument. "But an overarching set of our social structures is that strong do what requires strength. Like fighting."

"So if Madame is of exceptional strength, nothing stops her from taking up arms to wage war." Stas added. "Besides, rules don't come from the nothingness like dust and air."

"Oh, right." Amber nodded, before noticing both of them giving her a dubious look. "I just got, eh, confused over how different it is in your homelands and mine."

"Natural consequence of world connecting." Matthias crossed his arms with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Well, from what I see you in Teyvat Indeed have your own laws. And I don't mean written ones." Stas continued, getting them both to focus on him. "You here have visions, as you call them, correct?"

"Right." Amber nodded. "What about them?"

"Strength of muscle or brilliance of mind doesn't matter as much when you can turn someone's head into a campfire." Stas continued. "Your Teyvatian societies aren't built on the basis of how you are born or how you are made on a natural level. Actual measurement of your importance is whether you have the golden ring with a coloured crystal inside of it."

"Not exactly true." Amber responded right away. "Sumeru Akademiya has plenty of people without visions on their highest seats and ranks within."

"And how much can that Akademiya affect what Sumeru and Sumerians do? Their paws and practices?" Matthias asked.

"... Not really much nowadays."

"Exactly." Matthias nodded, picking up the pace on his turn to speak. "Bottom line is, vision holders have basically a guarantee to be better off on average than those without them. Like that weird wolf boy that crawled in a safe distance behind me as I walked to you two today."

"That would be Razor."

"But you must understand. We don't have visions." Stas spoke back up. "The way we are born sets us to what we can and can't do in life."

"You get visions if you are really ambitious from what I heard." Matthias said in turn. "But if we really want something, we have to back it up with what we have. We don't just get magic out of nowhere because we felt like it."

"That's… Actually depressing now that I think about it." Amber made a sour face as the message started to come across.

"So is life in Revenland and Aegpan. "Matthias said. "And now Razenvy Khaganate brings the depression to Teyvat. Inazuma already succumbs and Mondstadt is directly next in a straight line."

"So what shall we do?" Stas asked. "Our inaction allows the enemies to act as they please."

"... I speak at the next Captain meeting to advocate for more aggressive policy." Amber said with a soft, decisive tone. "We won't be able to do much, but we can at least try to prevent the worst."

"Well said." Matthias smiled a little. "No wonder Noelle likes you."

"Am I sensing something?" Stas gave him a side glare.

"Don't test me, disinherited."

"... That wasn't nice."

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood to talk about it." Matthias rolled his eyes, standing up from the table and casually walking away.

"What happened to him?" Amber asked, looking back at Stas.

"He's in a stage of being insecure about his newfound feelings." Stas responded with mild understanding. "Not that I like his foul language, but we cannot blame him for acting unwise when no wisdom was given to him about this."

"About Noelle?" Amber asked, before suddenly freezing in though. "Waid, you don't suggest…"

"The stories I read go that way, yes." Stas confirmed with a decisive nod. "No one ever taught him about this so now he has no idea what to do. And since cluelessness and stupidity are cousins, the way from one to the other is something very short."

"What should we do then?

"Give him time and don't taunt him about it. He'll figure it out eventually."

"General!"

"What's this commotion?" Harald asked, walking out of his tent and seeing his soldiers either on the wall with shields and slings or running back and forth the camp in a hurry. "Are we under attack?"

"Large army is amassing to the north of our camp!" The Soldier that called him earlier said, barely stopping himself from suffocation by excessively yapping. "Six thousand strong by my eye!"

"Six thousand to our one? Haha!" Harald laughed in amusement as he drew an Ace from his back. "Find that green twink bard immediately! I want him to witness something cool!"

"Yes General!"

"Lawrencian dots have come to attack us man!" Harald said joyously, proceeding forward as one soldier put a nasal helmet onto his head from behind. "Then I have three words for you!"

"Have at Ye!"