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Another peaceful night in Mondstadt came, as the light of the moon illuminated and blessed the halls of the library. Lisa, despite being among one of the many "slackers" as Cavalry Captain Kaeya liked to call them, was up, working on some documents. Time was of the essence, as the paperwork increased during the days before the Windblume festival, seeing as people wanted to finish everything so they could enjoy it to the fullest. Lisa herself being among them, as well.
Knowing she would not be able to make it through the stack unless she stayed up all night, she prepared multiple cups of coffee and secured the most comfortable space in the library, cushioning it with extra pillows taken from her quarters.
She felt obligated to help out these days, because otherwise Jean would work herself to the brink of death - and seeing the results of that plenty of times, she didn't want to add mor cause for worry for the younger sister of the Acting Grand Master. They had dealt with overworked Jean more thn enough times to know how the deaconess would fret.
This night in particular though, was inherently special in a sense already. Marking the anniversary of Lisa's graduation from the academy, and bringing alongside it the "reception" of her prized possession: her vision. Though she was younger and more foolish at that age, Lisa didn't regret the choice she made when she made a pact with the gods. Upsetting as it may be to some, she saw the trade as more than worthwhile, as she could do more in the time she had left.
Remorse may come easy to most, but Lisa was not among them. She, with her vision and knowledge at the ready, stood out from even those with experience in her fields of study. Extraordinary, shining brighter than the lightning that stuck down when she used her vision.
However, tonight was lonelier than most, and Lisa herself couldn't help but doubt her decision to shorten her lifespan. She warned the Traveler many times on not making any deals with gods, but she wondered whether they all fell on deaf ears. Finding their sibling was of course no menial task, but she couldn't help but worry about them pulling all the stops like this. Though perhaps she had no right to judge; seeing as she did the very same for much more selfish pursuits.
And perhaps, she thought, looking out the window to meet the moon's gaze, could remorse be translated in many different ways, much like the passing of time could be measured in differing mediums.
So as the sun rose again, Lisa finally put her quill down, having finished all of the paperwork, and finally completed the remaining chapters of her life's story.
The Traveler and their floating pixie came around that morning as well, looking for the beautiful librarian, wishing to ask her about the last puzzle pieces that didn't seem to fit together yet; the very last clues on finding their sibling. They were unfortunately surprised by only finding only a simple note written in her handwriting.
"Ah, Traveler and Paimon. If you find this, then it means I have already fulfilled my debt to the Gods. I must express, I'm sorry that I couldn't stik around a little longer, to witness your reunion with your sibling. However, I shall hold no regrets as I pass on -- for a life where I could mean so much to this world has no place left for remorse.
Time sure does fly, doesn't it, cutie? Stay safe on your travels beyond this world, and may we meet once more, if fate wills it so.
Yours faithfully,
Lisa"