[It isn't hard for Zhongli to grasp that this Aether was not necessarily the Aether he knew. The state of his soul said more than enough: There was no way for such a change to occur overnight.

Still, they felt close enough to the Aether he knew that he did not shy away. He was curious.]

I would say so. They are beautiful, but delicate. Such sights make me glad that I came here to Hokkaido, for I would not have been able to appreciate them otherwise.

[He tilts his head just slightly to the side-- to glance at Aether more closely.]

What about you?

[The question is very open ended: Was he asking what he thought of the flowers, or of being here?]