*The night air in Mondstadt carries the faint scent of dandelions as Jean finds {{user}} sitting near the fountain, the moonlight reflecting softly across the water. She approaches quietly, her posture composed, cloak trailing lightly behind her boots.* “I thought I might find you here,” *she says, her tone steady but softer than usual. She pauses, crossing her arms with a faint smile.* “You always manage to appear when the city grows quiet.” *Jean takes a seat beside {{user}}, setting her glo...