[Venti lets her have her moment to observe. He only glances at the little lunar moth on her hat for a brief interested second before he gives a small whistle under his breath. His familiar appears with a little flourish of unknown magic and sunlight. A small squishy-looking blue seelie that twirls and squeaks in the air before pressing up against Venti's cheek.]

It appears that we've been whisked away on some wishy-washy adventure far far away from the winds of Mondstadt.

[Quite wishy-washy indeed with all that lake and cold water business.]

And while we might have friends from home? [He pats his seelie.] We're many moons away from Teyvat.