He does as he pleases.

( which is true. no one could tame the wind. zhongli tosses another sidelong, exhausted glance over at his friend. and maybe his eyes linger on venti’s —

his eyes drift back to childe, just as careful. )

I’m afraid I’m loathe to ruin this jacket. It’s not water resistant. ( old man. but he crosses his arms and levels another stern look at childe. ) Should I not expect any more trouble from the Fatui?