Jean sank into the softness of her bed, feeling the weight of the previous night's events still heavy on her mind. Madara's striking appearance and his claims of godlike powers had left her apprehensive. She wondered about his true intentions and whether his troubled past would bring salvation or harm to Mondstadt and its people.
Trying to shake off the uneasy feeling, Jean straightened her posture and took a deep breath, making her way to the bathroom for a refreshing shower before heading to work. As the water cascaded down her skin, she tried to push aside the thoughts of Madara that swirled in her mind.
Meanwhile, Madara knew that rumors would soon circulate about the two of them. He took a shower, the cool water helping to clear his head as he focused on his mission. After finishing his daily tasks, he made his way back to the inn, where whispers of the previous night's events caught his ear. He cringed, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
To clear his mind, Madara took a leisurely stroll around the city, taking in the sights and sounds around him. As he walked, he found himself drawn to a small local shop and was surprised to see Jean there. Approaching her, he inquired about her presence after what had transpired between them. Jean was taken aback but managed to compose herself, explaining that she needed a quiet place to eat and contemplate.
Madara was relieved to see that Jean did not hold any animosity towards him. They enjoyed a quiet meal together, chatting about recent events in their lives while deflecting the curious glances of others. Despite the disruptions, they found comfort in each other's company.
As Madara returned home, he lay down to rest, but an ominous feeling began to grip him. Something was brewing, and he knew that he would have to be prepared for whatever came his way.