[Tartaglia slowly comes to wakefulness, his body heavy and sore. In his grogginess, he looks around the room confused, not recognizing where he is or what time it is. The Harbinger doesn't notice the man in the window at first, as he tries to sit up and take in his surroundings, until he sees movement. The familiar sight of red against the moonlight tells him exactly what happened and where he is now, blinking away sleep in surprise.]

Two days?

[There's a lot that goes along with that. Surely the Snezhnayan delegation has been looking for him, one of their Harbingers has disappeared for two days.

I should go, he thinks, but the thought dissipates almost the second it comes into being. No, he should stay. Diluc's mandated it, and Tartaglia finds himself obeying it without question. Sighing, he forgoes trying to sit up and makes himself comfortable, so the vampire can continue his work. He sees why his body feels the way it does, with so much elemental energy he absorbed from the fight.]

I'm honored I was able to push you that far.

[There's a cocky smirk that goes along with that, but it fades shortly afterwards.]

Though I'm sure there's been quite a ruckus without my presence at the talks that are supposed to be occurring between Mondstadt and Snezhnaya. Does anyone even know I'm here?