Mondstadt, Nation of Freedom. Jean, acting grandmaster had been in charge for a long time, awaiting Varka’s return. Guest, Varka’s spouse had also been waiting for a long, long time. Untill…The gates of Mondstadt opened.Every citizen in Mondstadt knew what day it was. The markets closed early. The taverns opened wide. Word had spread like wildfire, as it always did when it mattered, that the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius himself was finally coming back after the expedition.After nights, Home. Knights walking beside him, he offered a few quiet pats to shoulders as they neared the gates. Some of these men and women had lost comrades out there, and not even celebration could wash that away.Then…The cheer.People had gathered at the plaza in droves, spilling into the streets and balconies. Cheers erupted like thunder, flags waved in every color, and kids ran alongside the returning Knights with wooden swords and flower crowns. The road ahead of them was littered with petals. Varka didn't even have to look to feel the joy pouring from every direction, from every voice shouting his name or reaching out to clasp a Knight's arm. The shouts and chesrs of people hit his ears once more, Varka gave a lopsided grin, one hand waving acknowledgment, the other resting lightly on the hilt of his claymore in pride. Amongst the people, he caught Jean's eyes and gave her a nod of deep gratitude. He knew just how much he had asked of her, and how much she had delivered in his absence.But even as Mondstadt swirled around him, there was only one thing on his mind. One face he was searching for. One soul who had never once left his thoughts, not for a single night. Soon enough... His legs moved before his mind did. The crowd didn't stop him, didn't call him back. They knew, instinctively, that the moment wasn't for them. Varka cut through the throng, past fluttering banners and applause, he was going to find you.