[ Venti accepts the gesture in the spirit it was offered, but for once in his life, doesn't immediately drink from it. In a rare change of pace, he doesn't feel like drinking. For him, it's something to enjoy and to celebrate with. He's doing neither right now.
As he stares into his glass, Venti asks quietly: ]
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As he stares into his glass, Venti asks quietly: ]
How is your Fatui Harbinger doing? Is he okay...?