[ childe snatches zhongli's hand and squeezes it as hard as he can, like it's the one thing that's going to be able to ground him on either side of this fucken nightmare. he hears his name, but several yllables a missing, and it's sort of... garbled. he hates it. the surreal nature of this is making his head spin, so he just shuts his eyes to keep it from getting any worse. ]

Xiansheng... [ he yanks on his hand, shaking a bit, as he drops his tone to a shaky whisper, ] Go upstairs, but don't use your sight right away. Sit in the seats on the far left, in the front row, and then look. [ maybe sorting this stupid room will help. maybe. he's honestly not sure of... anything right now. ]