[ There's a little twinge of...something Trahearne does not quite understand at Zhongli's mention of space. It's a dull twist in his stomach, and he blinks at the faint pain. He's afraid, in a way, that space might mean they drift apart from this, or they may not be as close as they are now in the days, weeks to come. And that leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

Zhongli's bewilderment causes Trahearne's frown to deepen. He almost finds it hard to believe, in a way. Perhaps seeing what Zhongli is meant to look like will make him feel better. Or maybe...it's him punishing himself, for reasons unbeknownst to him. ]

I do.

[ Regardless, his answer comes firm, decisive. Amber settles squarely on amber, and he nods. ]

I know not what a dragon I can trust looks like. [ For a brief moment, he bites his lip, a well of nerves beginning to simmer in his stomach. ] But I trust you. And I...think it would be easier for me if I knew.