[ She falls silent at his question, weighing her options here as her fingers continue to weave the flowers together. But then, there are no other options, are they? He is Fatui and a Harbinger, at that; they are and have always been at odds, even more so since Pierro had joined their ranks. That will not change, not even with the assumption of her role and the obligations that go with it.

Even in another world, she doesn't think it would be wise to divulge the truth to the Eleventh, even if he considers "her" as his friend. ]

Let's just say that my fate has not crossed yours in Teyvat, not in the way you remember it to be. Hence why our conversation is at cross-purposes.

[ She carefully places the flower crown in his hands like it's made of glass, her fingers brushing along some of its petals and leaves, featherlight. ]