[ Morax fought hard in the Archon War, crushing the cruelties of the gods around him that would take Liyue for sinister means. to him, his duty has become personal, and the words that Guizhong had left him with still echo in his own head.

Those little people are as small and fragile as dust.
Because they are so small, they know not when they will lose their lives to disaster or strife, and so they are afraid.

they never forged a contract, but Morax never meant to break their promise. it could be reasoned as sentimental, but he saw it as an extension of his commitment. he would rather crack and break than betray. ]

Yes – I keep people close, and we hold a promise together. We border one another, and our people should prosper together. If you're holding a celebration, then those that have aided Liyue the most should attend. Perhaps they can also forge long lasting contracts within your land.

[ there's a curious pause, and he tries to pull his hood casually forward so fluttering feathers can't get at his cheeks. they do, just a little bit, and it does nothing for the heat relieving. ]

Isn't that what you believe? That the people will prosper given the opportunity?

[ it's true, but he's missing the point a little. in all of his clamoring to make sure that the proper connections are made, he's a bit stupid on how to connect with Barbatos. ]