[for a long moment, Zhongli is quiet, considering. there's a lot to do, more still to take care of, but until Dohalim can get some actual rest, he doesn't dare part for long.]

Alright. I won't push you toward it. But in turn... can you be a little patient for me?

[he doesn't explain immediately, stepping off to find the pen and pad he keeps with his clothes, settling down next to the Renan once more.]

If you think you can give me a little time, there is an herbal blend that I can concoct to help you rest. It will ensure, at least, that your dreams aren't nightmares.

[in actuality, it has more to do with Zhongli's presence affecting the dreamscape, but that's a lot of explaining he doesn't want to waste Dohalim's limited energy on. it'll still do effectively what he'd said, anyway.]