[ there's no more tea, and Aether has crawled closer for warmth. Wriothesley doesn't stop him, because even his ass is a little cold against the stone, but at least Aether brings along his own body heat to share. so, he relaxes, letting his shoulders rest against the back of the cave and into the bundled blanket that Aether had draped over him. ]

Wow, a lawyer and a detective, huh? I guess you have to be a bit of both to step into the Opera Epiclese. [ there's a little smirk that crosses his expression as he rolls his head back to Aether. ] There are stories about this place, but once it reaches Fontaine, and then Meropide, the good parts are already lost in exaggeration.

[ but he can't help his own interest – it's like trying to pull him away from the history of the Fortress of Meropide, or how the past of Remuria intersects with Fontaine's future. this patch of snow among the vast greenery, crawling with bones, bodies and Fatui, was a contrast to the rest of Mondstadt. it was like an anomaly – something that shouldn't exist. ]

I haven't heard about the murder case, though. Figures, since it's from a hundred or so years ago.

[ since the storm isn't going anywhere. ]

So, indulge me.