[ Barbatos can't quite say that the two were closer than allies. Not yet. He'd like to – he values friendship and comradery equally. As curious as a wisp, he pokes and prods at the exterior that Morax puts up. For everything he presents himself with feels... false. How could someone live as Morax did? The assumption wasn't off point, but – it feels lonely and far too much work. The grasp he keeps on his lands were loose, allowing wind and people to come and go. Morax fosters a different growth from his grip on his role.

The ends of his braids dance as he shakes his head – hoisting the small basket at his arm's crook to him. It's.. uh, full of wine. A new favorite of his. ]

You trust their judgment into Mondstadt but not your own eyes? The invitation is for you! We can even blend in a little. You can leave your hood aside and I can lose the wings –

[ His wings curl around Barbatos from behind, their tips focused as if trying to flip Morax's hood off teasingly. He'll fail, undoubtedly. ]

Are you not curious about seeing the land I helped mold too? I did a really great job with my people, I swear it!