[most of it, Zhongli has no choice but to let Dohalim with through himself. He can only be here, solid and warm, as a beacon of truth and the fact that Dohalim isn't alone. Even now, in the wake of everything...

As his body mends and those spells continue, he reaches for Dohalim's hands to pull them away. His own hands cover them, drawn together to warm.]

I will not allow it. [lifting his hands, he places them to his chest, to give him something to focus on. Zhongli's heartbeat is steady, as resonant as their bond.] I promised, didn't I? You will not lose me. There are many things it appears I missed, but... you needn't worry about that. I believe I understand a little more, now.