[ There would always be a storm inside of Barbatos. While considered weak for the loose rule on his people, Anemo was still a very dangerous concept and element. It resonates often with the others — but curiously… not with Geo. This brings them to a crossroads, where Barbatos tries to swallow his own curiosity on seeing Morax free from duties even for just one afternoon.

He may know all of the tales that have come and will come to be but faith is what keeps Morax’s image clean. If not now, he knows one day Morax will be tired … and the pieces will fall into place like dwindling leaves from the gust-filled storm.

Morax was bold to root him, for any smirk of confidence trying to childishly get a reaction was met with something more intimate than he was ready for.

A settlement — where it would be freedom for the both of them, in their own individual ways. ]

L-Lonely! Lonely, he says! The brooding and dutiful Morax calls me lonely.

[ He is.

He lies to himself.

As the winds disperse and Barbatos looks beyond the Geo to the lands around them, he tries his best to calm his own wants.

His own desires of seeing those who he values live the same mantra he holds dear. ]

It was just rude, you see. For I had hundreds of plans already made for your visit to Mondstadt!

[ A diversion — perhaps one he will follow up with centuries from now. ]

Alas, it is Liyue that calls me this time.