[He can feel his hair fly back from the snort. Not comforting, but if Zhongli says it's safe, it's safe. After all, this is his familiar, and it won't harm him unless the former archon said so. So, cautiously, he moves to its side and climbs up. The pain from moving his body with extra effort rips through him, groaning as he gets up on the Exuvia's back.

The minute he gets up there however, he flops down on his stomach, laying with both hands and legs hanging over each side of the dragon. Archons, did he need the rest.]

In the dream, [he begins, his head turned to look at Zhongli from atop the dragon,] there were these machines called cars and trucks that people would drive as transportation from one place to another. They'd go exceptionally fast, much faster than any ship could sail or horse that pulled a carriage- and I feel like I got hit by one of them.