[ She smiles, shakes her head at that. How like Jean that is, to believe in him even after he's sworn off returning, after Kaeya's told her on his behalf; it's the same way she admitted Eula herself into the Knights and gave her the opportunities she did. There's a part of her, Eula thinks, that is too soft, for as tough as she can be when it counts.

But regardless of that, she also understands why Diluc continues to isolate himself. It's easier for him, the same way being in the Knights is easier for her. At this point, it's no secret or surprise to her that the two of them are alike in that they'll take whatever steps they have to for their own personal vengeance to succeed, no matter how uncomfortable it might be.

Which is why this is so out of character for both of them in many ways.

And yet she still doesn't pull away— nor does she want to. ]

I understand. We've actually both isolated ourselves, haven't we? ...In different ways, and to different results, but...

[ She chuckles again, softly, another shake of her head. That in itself is unsurprising, given that he's a Ragnvindr and she's a Lawrence. ]

Anyway, as much as I am aware that I have no right to ask, I'll say again that I expect you to take better care of yourself from now on. You've already built up more than enough of my enmity; trust me when I say that you don't want any more of it on your shoulders.

[ Her tone is serious, perhaps even severe. But there's something gentle in her gaze no matter how hard she tries. ]