[Memories of the war are difficult for Kazuha as well. They've left a mark on him, even if he's distant from it now. He has nightmares that leave him restless, and sometimes his hand aches for reasons he knows are likely psychological. He'd never judge Aether for being affected by things he's seen.

The smile brings an answering one to Kazuha's face, but it winds up widening when he hears the news.]

I had heard of the end of the war from the Narukami Ogosho and Scaramouche, but I had thought I hadn't lived to see it.

[Impulsively, he feels the urge to twist Aether in his arms, his front to the blonde's back, and then he uses the momentum of unfurling him to spin him. His mood's a bit uplifted.]

Liyue. I wonder what I've seen.