[Regardless of which side he's on, she thinks. For the moment, it's easier not to worry too much - this place he's spoken of isn't her world, and she can't do anything about it.]
... that's quite a way to describe shrine maidens, as well. If I didn't know better, I might think I'm being threatened.
[Her mind is fuzzy enough that she only finds it a bit amusing, digging no deeper into it. Probably, she expects, the circumstances witless be different elsewhere.
But then, if this were Teyvat, Ayaka would never be seen like this.
Another drink is placed in front of her, and Ayaka stares at it for a moment. Then she glances up at Tyki, exhaling a hum.]
Have you even finished one glass yet?
[The polite undertone leaves her voice in degrees, drink slowly taking control of her senses. Really, she should know better after that night with Beidou... but she's sure she's got a good enough idea of what her tolerance is like.
Never mind that she intended to ask what the drink was before she'd taken the first sip; its contents are much stronger tasting than she expected, and that makes the swordswoman wince. At least she doesn't cough, and the burn is nothing compared to the shots Beidou had her try.]
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[Regardless of which side he's on, she thinks. For the moment, it's easier not to worry too much - this place he's spoken of isn't her world, and she can't do anything about it.]
... that's quite a way to describe shrine maidens, as well. If I didn't know better, I might think I'm being threatened.
[Her mind is fuzzy enough that she only finds it a bit amusing, digging no deeper into it. Probably, she expects, the circumstances witless be different elsewhere.
But then, if this were Teyvat, Ayaka would never be seen like this.
Another drink is placed in front of her, and Ayaka stares at it for a moment. Then she glances up at Tyki, exhaling a hum.]
Have you even finished one glass yet?
[The polite undertone leaves her voice in degrees, drink slowly taking control of her senses. Really, she should know better after that night with Beidou... but she's sure she's got a good enough idea of what her tolerance is like.
Never mind that she intended to ask what the drink was before she'd taken the first sip; its contents are much stronger tasting than she expected, and that makes the swordswoman wince. At least she doesn't cough, and the burn is nothing compared to the shots Beidou had her try.]