[At midnight, the wind swirling around the still form of Kaeya Alberich fades to nothing. His fur is windswept, and the patterns of stars extend and stretch into patterns of whorls of wind.
He wakes up slowly, a golden left eye sliding open before his right eye opens. He lays there for a moment with a furrow on his brow. He lifts his hands and stops, staring at the ring that catches the light. Memories start to flood back as he kisses the ring and cradles his hand. He drops it onto his chest and looks around.] Diluc?
[His voice sounds raspy as if from disuse. He frowns at that. This certainly hasn't been his finest hour.] Luc?
Jan 2nd, Kaeya's return.
He wakes up slowly, a golden left eye sliding open before his right eye opens. He lays there for a moment with a furrow on his brow. He lifts his hands and stops, staring at the ring that catches the light. Memories start to flood back as he kisses the ring and cradles his hand. He drops it onto his chest and looks around.] Diluc?
[His voice sounds raspy as if from disuse. He frowns at that. This certainly hasn't been his finest hour.] Luc?