[ As Zhongli peels open the wrapping paper, he'll find inside a hefty tome. The cover is a rich, humble brown, but very finely made. There is no title on the cover, and should he flip through the pages, he'll find them blank as well.
Trahearne's gaze darts away. ]
I was...worried when you mentioned Erosion. It pained me to see you so distraught over the loss of your own memories, and I did not know what I could do to help you.
[ He pauses, then turns back to look at him. ]
I don't think I'll ever know what it's like to be as long-lived as you, but if writing things down helps, then I will gladly give you as many books as you need to keep your memories.
[ At that, he gives a soft chuckle. ]
And selfishly, I think I would like to read your story.
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Trahearne's gaze darts away. ]
I was...worried when you mentioned Erosion. It pained me to see you so distraught over the loss of your own memories, and I did not know what I could do to help you.
[ He pauses, then turns back to look at him. ]
I don't think I'll ever know what it's like to be as long-lived as you, but if writing things down helps, then I will gladly give you as many books as you need to keep your memories.
[ At that, he gives a soft chuckle. ]
And selfishly, I think I would like to read your story.