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Jean sighs blearily as she tosses her quill back in its inkpot, work for the day completed at last. Signed documents carefully stacked for delivery come morn stand proudly, proof of her productivity.
She pauses, then reaches for the feather once more. Rifling through her papers for her schedule, Jean ticks off her final task with relish.
It is a moment worth pride, however small the victory, and the Acting Grand Master silently thanks Barbatos for the fact that her lingering cough hadn’t sapped her strength when she needed it most. Though the festival itself is often a welcome and needed break even for the most dedicated in Mondstadt, the days leading up to Windblume are always full of last-minute preparations. As the whimsical nation of freedom, its citizens can be likewise rather flippant regarding their responsibilities, though Jean herself prefers to see this as a reflection of the trust Mondstadters place in her and the other knights’ care.
Spotting the sewing kit still sitting on her desk, Jean sighs and moves to tuck it into her bottom drawer. Though Lisa worries all the more for it, the Acting Grand Master knows well that she would be unable to rest even if she were to finish work early. What with Venti losing his Gnosis, and the rumors swirling around Liyue...
Jean shakes her head. No matter her own faults and shortcomings, it does not do to dwell overly much on things that cannot change.
Deciding to reward herself for a productive day with three minutes of fancy, Jean considers that she might travel to Cape Oath for a bit of sightseeing when off patrol duty, but thinks twice as she remembers that the region is always somewhat less private around this time of year.
Perhaps, the Dandelion Knight muses, she might instead drop by Angel’s Share to try that new Sweet Mountain tea Barbara had mentioned in passing.
Besides, a visit under non-life threatening circumstances is long overdue.
Jean coughs lightly into her arm, blinking bemusedly as a soft purple petal lands on the crook of her elbow, accompanied by the faintest trace of blood.
Well. That’s not normal.