[Once they enter the barrier the wisps that Venti had been protecting float up and flee into the safe space. He looks up and watches them with a soft smile as they go to renew themselves... What a relief.

Then he sighs out in exhaustion. He's getting too old for this. Can't he just drink and sit on pillows all day?]

I'm alright, thanks to your protection. Although... I could use something to parch my throat. Are you alright? Any scratches?