[ well-defended. something in her expression softens as she considers rapperia and kokomi's words. the marechaussee hunters once wielded the same weapon to slay monsters encroaching on the peace and stability of fontaine; it's only natural that now, centuries later, their inheritor wields it to strike down the lawless.

what good is she here, then, in a place built on indulgence and hedonism? something to consider later, perhaps, when she would undoubtedly struggle to fall asleep. ]

A replica is still something. [ in the midst of all this unfamiliarity, this is all they have. she turns her attention back down from the stars, settling on kokomi's smile. ] Thank you for inviting me. I'm Clorinde.

[ she hasn't had the opportunity to venture outside of fontaine aside from that one trip to liyue, but— ]

... I assume you're from Inazuma?