[ The touch is very much appreciated. The warmth of Zhongli's hand keeps Trahearne calm, where otherwise he might have lost his cool suddenly facing what he thought he left behind many years ago.

Zhongli looks away, and Trahearne does the same. The smell, the sights... ]

It is. [ He speaks absently. ] This is Orr, a dead kingdom whose corruption I spent my entire life fighting...

[ He falls quiet, but besides the ocean lapping up against the shore, there is no other sound for the time being. ]

It is not a safe place, but there must be a way out. Stick close to me.

[ And with a little tug on his hand, he sets off in search of an exit among the brine-rotted structures and towering cliffs. He does not seem to notice the sprigs of green sprouting from the cracks... ]