Searching

multimuse blog penned by bea. originally est. june 2020. ❤ For these were not ordinary books the libraries kept. They sang when starlight streamed through the library’s windows. Sometimes they were sinister, grotesque—but so was the world outside. That made the world no less worth fighting for, because wherever there was darkness, there was also so much light –– Margaret Rogerson

[indagatus]

“i’m just trying to help you, dear sister,” he says, twirling his staff gracefully between two hands. “you must clear your mind.” / ayaka & ayato sparring pleeeease

"Are you?" Ayaka challenges, a hint of a smile gracing her features as she straightens once more. The ease with which her brother approaches all skills is both inspiring and infuriating. What should come naturally to her simply never has. He knows this as well as she does, even if they do not speak of it. She breathes deeply through her nose, shoulders rising and falling with the effort as she goes through instructions in her mind. Her fingers adjust her hold on the hilt of the finely crafted sword gifted to her. Were this to be a true battle and not sparring with Ayato, her adjustments and corrections would be far too slow, but she doesn't dwell on the matter. "I think you may be saying that to taunt me, dear brother." She teases, eyes creasing with fondness at the edges despite her frustration at their sparring.

She has yet to place a single blow to Ayato despite her best efforts. If she can't beat him in single combat, she won't be able to reach her true goal. Talented and well-prepared as he may be, it isn't armor that weighs down his shoulders, and she desires nothing more than to alleviate some of it. She knows he's right. She's thinking too hard, and inevitably broadcasting her every move with her facial expressions and body language. Her lips turn down into a frown, a heaviness settling over her like frost, chilling her to the bone. "I'd like to try again." She requests, ducking her chin toward her chest as she fixes her sword once more. "I will clear my mind and make you proud." She promises, not for the first time. Despite the results of such promises, her words are sincere. Sparring comes no easier to her than flower arranging, or tea ceremonies, but practice has served her well in the latter. She just needs to keep trying. Her will to be successful must serve her.

[aequitaes]

starter for @indagatus + aether.

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐞, but he never made himself particularly known. Or, more importantly, whom he visited while there. While keeping to the shadows, he observed the citizens going about their daily routines. His watchful eye ensured nothing went by without his knowledge. Despite being less battlefront than the other harbingers, Pantalone was clever in his own right. It wasn't just his ability to manage finances that made him the ninth of the eleven. Simply put, he was more …. reticent and behind the scenes.

There was talk, however, of a 'hero' who might pose a problem. Pantalone needed no confrontation, but he was aware of a few who were interested in their whereabouts. Currently, he is procuring herbs from a merchant on behalf of his partner, Dottore. A pleasant environment surrounded him, making the day more visually appealing. In a glance at the merchant, he handed him the mora and swiftly moved away - disruption was not an option. Something told him today wouldn't just be another simple visit to his brother.

[indagatus]

"You're always hungry, Paimon." Aether chuckles, warmth filling his smile as he walks alongside his flying companion. There is a familiarity now to the streets of Liyue Harbor. He and Paimon have frequented many of the vendors, and have made friends throughout the entirety of the city. It isn't home, but there are elements of it that feel familiar somehow, as if adjacent to the sense of belonging. For the first time in quite awhile, he has no urgent objective. He hasn't taken up a single commission from the Adventurer's Guild, and to his knowledge no great danger threatens to upend the bustle of the harbor.

Paimon squawks, hands on her hips as she floats beside the traveler. "Paimon hasn't eaten all day! Paimon's a growing Paimon!" She protests in defense of her insatiable appetite. Aether laughs, nodding. "Alright, we'll go and find something to eat, and then I was thinking it might be nice to visit a few friends. We haven't seen Baizhu in awhile, or Hu Tao. Maybe we'll even find Zhongli listening to another story. That can be our plan for the day, to check in with friends." He offers, having been away in Sumeru for quite some time now. Paimon nods eagerly. "That sounds great! A whole day without anyone needing Paimon's help!" She giggles, nearly bumping into the Harbinger to her left. She doesn't notice him, though Aether does, eyes sweeping over familiar Fatui style. He thinks nothing of it, not recognizing the Regrator for who he is. "Let's start with a trip to see Xiangling first then, for food, and then we'll go up to the Pharmacy." He offers, not making any attempt to keep others from overhearing his plans.

[indagatus]

@aiantos | The Docks of Liyue Harbor, late at night

The lights of the harbor reflect off the water and Aether's eyes, his face solemn as he watches the ship depart. The warmth of the Northland Bank doesn't reach them down here at the water's edge, the breeze rustling blonde bangs into his face as he studies the gentle rise and fall of the vessel. Teucer's exhaustion had been evident, even masked in his excitement, but Childe's exhaustion isn't so easily cast aside. He looks fractionally better than he had back at the so-called toy factory, but he's far from his full strength. Aether should know, having faced such strength in combat. The traveler can't help worrying. Childe pushed himself too far for the benefit of his brother, admirable as it may be, it's also stupid. He doesn't know if Baizhu would still be awake at this hour, but he's tempted to insist on a trip to Bubu Pharmacy anyway. He's not sure what he'd be looking for though. How does one recover from using a Delusion? He turns his gaze from the water to study his companion more closely.

If he notices his gaze has changed, he says nothing. Aether relishes the moment, eyes sweeping up to catch the look on his face. How he must ache to watch his brother return to Snezhnaya, forced to trust the hands of others to the care of what is so clearly most important to him. That Childe had trusted Aether and Paimon speaks volumes. He swallows the lump in his throat, a familiar sense of loneliness nestling beneath his ribs as Paimon wipes at her eyes. "Even if he was a little loud, Paimon's really gonna miss Teucer!" She shrills, breaking the silence. Aether welcomes it, the heaviness stirring something else inside of him as he nods. "He's a good kid," He agrees. "It was nice to meet him, Childe." He adds, drawing his eyes away. "But it's late, and you need to rest. How about I make us all something to eat, and we go find somewhere for you to regain your strength?" He offers, but the offer is a thinly veiled command.

Paimon nods enthusiastically. "Good idea, Aether!" She agrees. "Paimon always feels better with food! You do look awful, Mr. Toy's Salesman. Aether makes the best food! Please say yes!" She insists, just as eagerly though her motives are far more self-serving. She still doesn't trust the Harbinger, but she certainly trusts Aether to provide a warm meal. Aether sighs, shaking his head, "what's Teucer's favorite meal? Maybe I can make it, to celebrate a day well spent?" He offers, tone warm and sincere. He wants to know more about Childe's family. It's a thread they share, and he'd like to see it strengthened.

[mundorum]

As with all of the Traveler’s requests, Zhongli thinks solemnly of it; his fingers are wrapped around the teacup, and this time he takes a slow, musing sip as they express their plan to surprise Xiao during this Lantern Rite. It pleases him to hear of it, but Zhongli’s constitution remains serious and erect while he listens. It’s not until they reach the end of their explanation that he smiles once more, having taken it in and feeling warmed again by the knowledge that the young adeptus has found trusted companions in the pair before him. In fact, he cannot help the delighted chuckle, a brief sentiment of enjoyment, that spills forth at the idea. 

“If I may,” He says, “Paimon has lighted on an interesting proposal. A picnic at Pervases’ shrine would provide the ideal amount of quiet solace and seclusion, being that it is located far enough from the harbor that not many are passing by. Additionally, the setting would yield the perfect opportunity to prepare a serving of Almond Tofu that our adeptus friend would, at the least, find agreeable to his senses. I daresay it is a plan worth pursuing.” 

Whether it was their intention to seek a loftier idea to surprise Xiao with from Zhongli– someone who knows the adeptus well– is quietly set aside by the Archon. He is happy to simply be invited and present, glad to partake in the merriment of time reserved for those close friendships with no further intrusions, be that as a consultant or planner; it is indeed sacred time spent, and it is his desire to do it as they would without intervention from him. Besides, he can hardly tell what happens in Xiao’s mind when he’s around him– it always seems that the adeptus is in some form put out by his presence. Not ill at ease, yet not wholly at ease. If he were to attempt to explain such an occurrence, Zhongli’s guess is that The Conqueror of Demons can’t quite adjust to him as Zhongli, a mere funeral parlor consultant living among mortals as opposed to the Archon he followed in centuries long past during drawn-out, arduous battles. Perhaps the Traveler’s attendance, along with the ever-energetic Paimon, would ease Xiao’s tendency towards being unnerved around him. 

“As for the shrine, I would be happy to provide fresh incense for the burner. I'm familiar with a shop that prepares red incense, well-made and adequately appropriate. It would not take me long to gather a batch, but tell me, how soon were you striving to set your plans into motion?”

[indagatus]

The wisdom of the Geo Archon is welcome, and something Aether has come to know as reliable. He knows well that Zhongli shares very little relative to the knowledge and experiences he possesses, but the care he bears toward Xiao isn't difficult to parse out. Zhongli's response reassures the traveler that approaching Zhongli was the correct decision, even if he and Paimon could have come up with a picnic at Pervases' shrine on their own. He smiles as he listens, a chuckle leaving him at the reminder of the Adeptus' favor toward Almond Tofu. Every surprise thus far has seemed to include the dish.

Paimon grins, clapping happily, "Almond Tofu! Paimon can't wait! But that's not enough for a picnic this important, Mr. Zhongli! Paimon thinks it should be a banquet! Grilled Tiger Fish, Almond Tofu, Jade Parcels." She begins, mouth watering at the thought. "Oh! Paimon knows! We should go and visit Xiangling! Paimon bets she'd help us make all the dishes, and maybe even something new and special just for Xiao! A Lantern Rite original!" She insists. "But––creating a banquet might mean a lot of mora. Paimon and Aether have put our treasure hunting skills to good use, but the food is just one part." She whines before huffing at Zhongli. "If only someone had thought to set aside a bigger pot of Mora before giving away his––" She scolds, earning an elbow to the side from Aether. "Hey! Paimon's just being honest!" She pouts.

The traveler laughs, "We'll find a way to pay for a feast, Paimon, no need to trouble Zhongli. After all, we're the ones who wanted to surprise Xiao. Shouldn't we also be the ones to pay for it?" He asks, earning a reluctant noise of agreement from the guide. "I do like the idea of new incense for the Shrine, and a quiet picnic away from the busy harbor. For the temple, perhaps we could also get some new fabrics, and work toward clearing up the pond nearby. We should ensure that we've cleared out any monsters from the area too. Xiao shouldn't need to worry about doing that when he's meant to enjoy his surprise. And––" Aether flushes, warmth spreading over his cheeks to his ears.

"If it's not too much, we should create a custom lantern for each of us, and for Xiao, to release at night. Paimon and I haven't had the opportunity to do that with him. He might find it ridiculous, but," Aether shrugs, "We are travelers, after all, and taking in the traditions of Teyvat is our pleasure." He admits, though his mind wanders briefly to Lumine. Did she not encourage him to take his time? Was experiencing the traditions of Teyvat not part of the journey? He can't help but wonder about Zhongli's own traditions for Lantern Rite either. He hopes they aren't intruding on his preferred experiences during the celebraton.

He shakes his head, returning his attention to Zhongli and Paimon. "We have just under a week to prepare everything. We should get started soon, I'm sure lanterns will take some time, and if we are going to approach Xianging to commission a custom dish, we should give her time to prepare too. What do you think, Zhongli? A feast, improvements to the temple, and lanterns to release? Is it too much?" He wonders as Paimon flutters nearby. "How could it be too much? Paimon thinks it's perfect! And getting Xiao to come to Pervases' temple should be easy! He won't get mad at us this time, since nobody needs to pretend to be in grave danger!" She concludes, giggling away now that time has separated them from Xiao's ire. He'd been awfully scary when he'd arrived at the water to find Aether wasn't actually drowning. She didn't want to see that side of Xiao again any time soon.

[cybrvce]

Baizhu can't help but to laugh softly at the exchange between the two. However long it is that they have been traveling together, they have come to know each other quite well, as evidenced by the bickering that attempts to disguise the utmost care they have for each other. It's wonderful to see - and perhaps something Baizhu might envy in a way; Qiqi offers him much, both emotionally and professionally, but there is a bit of a difference, he thinks, between the two sets of people.

"Yes, Paimon is absolutely right," he says with a nod and a gentle push of Aether's shoulder towards the back room. "Doctor's orders insist on resting for a while. If it helps you rest easier, I assure you that I will keep Paimon busy until you awake." He doesn't state that he will also try to insist on dinner - a soup with some medicine on the side should help with the cold, the chills, sleep, and an empty stomach - and staying in the back room for the night so Baizhu can keep an eye on him a bit longer. He may concede a bit on the last part, however, depending on Aether's mood when he gets up.

"There is water and some fruit in there, should you need them, and you can call for me if you need anything further." The room in back is dimly lit, clean, and has some measure of soundproofing by being lined with tapestries and curtains so sound cannot get through to the one recovering. Baizhu has ensured that it is as comfortable as it can be for recovery. There is no point in having a room like this if any number of distractions can interrupt the healing process.

Once Aether is tucked into bed, Baizhu closes the door and looks to the little fairy hovering before him. She looks satisfied that her companion has given in to the requests and demands of Paimon and the doctor, so he smiles back and gently pats the top of her hair. "Alright, my friend, I have several orders that need to be filled and delivered. I suppose I can have Qiqi make the deliveries, if you would rather stay close, however."

[indagatus]

Aether sighs softly, knowing Paimon, and subsequently Baizhu, mean well. He values their friendship more than his urgency in continuing on. A few hour delay shouldn't trouble him too much. "She can be a handful to keep occupied, but if you promise lunch I'm sure Paimon will appreciate it." He chuckles, before coughing. His hand comes up to cover his mouth, a wince leaving him as his chest rattles with the effort. "To bed!" Paimon shrills, worry growing. Their travels have taken them far and wide, she can only imagine how exhausted Aether truly is and that only took into account his physical exhaustion. Surely the emotional exhaustion was taking it's toll too?

The traveler nods, "I'm alright Paimon, just a cough, but I'm going." He reassures, gently thanking Baizhu for the water and fruit, and the space to rest. As much as the doctor insists the space is designed for patients, he can't help feeling he's putting out the doctor, or at the very least, patients who may need it more. Still, he climbs into the bed, shoulders easing as he realizes how comfortable Baizhu has made it. His eyes grow heavy as he closes them, sleep coming easier than he'd care to admit.

Paimon relaxes too, thankful that Baizhu has been able to help convince Aether to rest. "He's stubborn, isn't he?" She huffs, pouting as she flutters nearby the doctor. "Oh––Paimon's never been far from Aether's side, not since Aether rescued Paimon, but Paimon doesn't want to make Qiqi make deliveries all by herself!" She whines, the conflict distressing. "Paimon can help fill orders, but––but Paimon doesn't want to go far, as long as you think Qiqi can handle the deliveries?" She asks, not comfortable with going far from Aether, especially when she's still worried about him being sick.

[mundorum]

While enjoying an evening of early festivities, Zhongli is thrown into the company of two most fascinating creatures: they appear as lanterns to his eyes, illuminating the street as they approach until he can positively feel the warm energy emanating from the pair. The chipper voice that calls out his name fills Zhongli’s cup with joy at once, caught mid-sip when he tears his focused gaze from the stage where Iron Tongue Tian weaves his words into the climax Zhongli knows is coming; he has heard this story countless of times now, yet there is always something different, he’s noticed, a small detail rewritten in every new retelling. His eyebrows lift to reveal a soft expression, both inquiring and amused at the pair’s patent buoyancy. 

“Trouble with the Traveler and Paimon? Well, I can’t say I’m surprised.” Zhongli places the teacup down and exhales a laugh. “While I can say with confidence that you have piqued my interest with such a remarkable greeting, I would first like to listen to the end of Iron Tongue Tian’s story before I make further Inquiries. I believe we are reaching the climax of the story, if you would like to join me, Traveler.” 

He beckons the seat beside him and soon his attention is back on the stage, delighting in the exciting tale that speaks of the Adepti, his dear friends, reverent in the perspective of mortals. When it is over, Iron Tongue Tian approaches the table directly; Zhongli promised him feedback when he arrived earlier this evening. Indeed, he has small notes to make, all pertaining to the accuracy of the events that the Archon explains as if he’d simply heard it differently elsewhere, whether in village records or a book, never divulging that he’s recounting from his own memory. He can feel the Traveler’s gaze on him and Paimon’s gaze even heavier, but this little lie, the act he has come to carefully adapt, yields nothing but harmless pleasure in days of well-earned leisure. Iron Tongue Tian leaves with the opinion that creative liberty is frequently taken to make stories more exciting, and Zhongli is content with his piece of feedback despite feeling like it wasn’t taken into account. 

“Now then,” He says, “I believe there is trouble afoot?”

[indagatus]

Paimon's giggle is somehow coy, as if shy at Zhongli's teasing. It sits juxtaposed to her usual pestering, entirely unafraid of mocking the Geo Archon to his face. "Paimon thought that was a good greeting!" She grins, fluttering into place between Aether and Zhongli to hear the remainder of the story. The fairy loves stories dearly, and soon Zhongli is momentarily forgotten in his entirety. Her eyes grow to the size of saucers, lips parted as she hangs on Iron Tongue Tian's every word. Though she and Aether have only joined the story part way through, the retelling is enthralling. Paimon gasps as words tumble from his lips, a shriek barely contained by her tiny palm as the twist is presented expertly. By the time Tian approaches the table, Paimon lets out a hiccuping cry. "What a beautiful story!" She sniffs, voice raising pitch. "It makes Paimon cry, thinking about how much the Adepti sacrifice for Liyue." She admits, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. It only solidifies her love for Madame Ping and Xiao, and adds to her urgency to get Zhongli's aid in surprising the latter.

Aether listens in kind, the story compelling, though he can't help but focus more on Zhongli's gentle corrections. He wants to know more about the Archon, and his relationship with the Adepti, but now is not the time. He chuckles, lips parting to respond when Paimon interrupts once more. "Not yet! Paimon and Aether are going to make the trouble!" She giggles once more, absolutely giddy with the prospect. Aether laughs warmly, nodding. "I suppose that's one way of putting it. In past Lantern Rite's, Paimon and I have taken time to do something nice for Xiao. We'd like to again. It's been some time since we've last seen him, and I thought maybe you'd be interested in joining us? We need to get started on a plan. I've already shot down a half dozen of Paimon's. I don't think Xiao will take kindly to any plan involving using me as bait." He eyes his companion, giving a warning gaze. There can be no repeats of the ill-fated pretend drowning. Paimon's other ideas –– caught in a Hilichurl trap, balancing precariously on the side of a cliff, and stuck in amber on Mt. Hula –– all seemed as likely to infuriate the Adeptus.

The point of making good trouble was to show Xiao how cared about he is, not to upset him. "We want to stop by Pervases shrine too. Xiao seemed to like the care that's been put into it's repair, and we wanted to continue that, but we'd like to go beyond one small act. Do you have any idea what he might like most? Of course, he would say to be left alone to his duties, but we're not planning on listening to that." He teases, eyes creasing in mirth. He can't help but hold hope that Xiao actually likes the attention and care. He certainly deserves it. "Oh but food will be involved too!" Paimon promises, "What about a picnic at the shrine?" She wonders, as Aether gently nudges her. "Give Zhongli a moment to think, Paimon." He laughs, knowing her excitement is well-meaning.

[indagatus]

@mundorum | Liyue Harbor, a bit before Lantern Rite

Liyue Harbor bustles with energy as preparations for Lantern Rite enter full swing. Aether can practically feel the energy thrum through his veins as Paimon rambles on beside him. He's only half paying attention, his eyes drawn instead to the work being done. Music fills the Harbor, as does the smell of food, and the drone of voices and tools being used. Everyone seems to have a job at hand, and though Liyue is not home, he can't help the feeling of welcomeness and belonging as he squeezes through the unusually busy Harbor streets.

"––is probably listening to a story! Paimon bets there's grand stories for Lantern Rite! Oooh, do you think we have time to listen?" Paimon asks, her own bubbly energy heightened to match that of the Harbor's. Aether chuckles as he nods, "I imagine we can make time for one. You're probably right, let's head to Heyu Teahouse first and see if Zhongli is there." He agrees, heading toward the steps below Northland Bank. He wonders for a moment if Chide may be in the Harbor for Lantern Rite too.

For once, Paimon's impulsive schemes seem fully appealing. He's missed Xiao, and since the last few Lantern Rites he's attended, it's become a near tradition to do something nice for him at the time. He slows to a stop at the Teahouse, gesturing to Zhongli at the tables. Paimon flutters over immediately, smile broad as she greets him. "Hi Mr. Zhongli! Do you want to get into trouble with me and Aether?" She asks, with no context given whatsoever. Aether laughs, eyes creasing in mirth. "Good trouble, of course," He reassures, moving to sit down across from the Geo Archon. Even the Teahouse seems more alive with Lantern Rite coming soon. Decorations have begun to be put up, and the storyteller seems more animated than ever. He exhales, embracing the atmosphere.

[aiantos]

"Remind me to always check for mitachurls, then," he says, a glint in his eye that betrays his amusement as his gaze flickers back to the two of them before they catch up to his pace. "Even if a tussle with a lawachurl sounds like it'd be a fun afternoon for me, at this point." Desperately waiting around for anything to happen was actually killing him slowly, he was convinced. Laying in wait, they called it. He could almost hear the distant echo of Mr. Zhongli's voice telling him to know patience; and the thought has him huffing a little breath of a laugh through his nose as he kicks his feet out in front of him, eyes dropping to the stone, arms crossing over his chest as he does so.

"Toy fact—?" Startled, the word is stuttered before it draws up with a halt and a hitch of his breath as realization hits him all at once. Right. "Oh, shit." Childe's chuckle is warm, if not a little awkward. The entire incident had been more than a little embarrassing — a revelation he'd not imagined to come to light. Or, at the very least, certainly not to those two. They may have taken it in stride, but it was no less cause for an actual flush to blossom lightly over the height of his cheeks, the tips of his ears blushing pink; though, thankfully hidden in part by the curls of his hair. The hand that had risen to scratch lightly at the back of his neck falls limp for a moment, the press of his fingers at his skin dragging over his throat slowly, pressing in tightly as the gait of his stride slows.

Big sneaky fox. He'd rather take that as a compliment than anything else, even if he's entirely certain that's not Paimon's intention in the slightest. But even still, Childe can't help the snort that nearly chokes him for all his surprise. "Aw," he drawls, dragging the tease out. "Paimon, you'll make a guy blush!" Any and all comments made in regard to his Vision are dutifully ignored in favor of his mind still lingering on Liyue.

It was strange, really, to think back on the memory. The nation of Liyue had brought many surprises — some of which had been entirely unwelcome. The tightness in his chest ought no longer be one, yet the recollection of the factory brought the familiar phantom of the feeling in a matter of seconds. His steps slow to a stop. "Right." He shakes himself, lets his hand fall entirely, thumb hooking at his waistband. "If you must know, the toy business is definitely booming," he says with a quick wink, elbow flexing to nudge Aether's arm every so lightly. Blue eyes lock onto a golden gaze, and when he swallows, he plasters his grin on just that fraction tighter. "But, to answer your question — I haven't the slightest."

[indagatus]

"You really have a strange idea of fun, Childe. Whatever happened to Genius Invokation TCG?" Paimon sighs. Like brother like brother, she supposes, thinking of Teucer and the Mr. Cyclops' he liked to play with. It wasn't a stretch for Childe to want to fight a Lawachurl for fun, but Paimon wasn't interested in joining him. Her lips turn to a scowl, "and it's a metaphor, Childe! Nobody needs to really go looking for any kind of churl right now, not when we're supposed to be looking for food. Paimon's so hungry!" She whines, as Aether laughs beside her.

The blonde traveler reaches to fix his braid, fidgeting with it as he walks alongside Childe and Paimon. The two of them are nothing short of amusing, even with tension thick in the Inazuman atmosphere. The civil war at hand is sobering, but even in the midst of it, Aether welcomes the banter. It's familiar, and oddly comforting. He watches Childe, noting the warmth in his cheeks. Interesting. Was Childe embarrassed about the Toy Factory experience he'd come up with for Teucer? As frustrating as it had been in moments, Aether understood fully the desire to protect family. It complicated things, sure, but wasn't his entire journey across Teyvat complicated because of Lumine?

"I'm surprised you forgot," He laughs, smile warm as he admires the blush on his companion's face. "I like the version of you that's a toy seller, he's a good brother." He reassures, as Paimon nods her agreement. Even she can't argue that fact. "How is Teucer?" He adds, sincere in his curiosity. "We don't have to worry about him showing up on a boat here do we? I mean if we do, I bet we could convince him that the Tanuki are moveable toys? Or perhaps stealing toys, if you want a bit of excitement?" He teases, though he means well. He doesn't get to talk about Lumine very often. It's nice to speak of family.

Especially when doing so earns him that flush on Childe's cheeks. Who knew the never bothered Tartaglia could, in fact, become flustered?

"You've been blushing for five minutes!" Paimon huffs, not the least bit shy in pointing it out. "And that was only a compliment if it means Paimon can get dessert too. Lady Ayaka showed Paimon and Aether lots of Inazuman sweets, Paimon can't wait to eat more." She practically waters at the mouth as they enter the city. She floats ahead toward a food stall as Aether lingers back with Childe. His eyes are drawn toward his thumb on his waistband, the hesitation in his voice, smoothed over by his teasing lilt, and the wink. Aether warms, a laugh leaving him. "Mm, should I be worried then?" He teases, wondering if Childe is admitting to his suspicions.

It's more than likely that the Fatui are active in Inazuma, after all, and yet, the other has given very little in way of real answers. A clever, crafty fox indeed. He smiles, gesturing for Childe to head toward Paimon. "We may as well try here. Paimon seems enthralled." He chuckles, though he's sure Paimon would be just as happy at any food stall. "And about that benefit package," He quips, "Would becoming an associate toy salesman mean I could get two full answers out of you say...biweekly?" He teases, nudging him in the side in return. "I'm teasing you, Childe, but it really is dangerous for you here. You should keep your vision hidden." He frowns, knowing he's unlikely to get a full answer from him as to his reasons for being so far from Liyue, but he doesn't like the idea of him being hunted down by the Tenryou Commission either.

[pyriic]

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎. how long is that ridiculous epithet going to haunt him? the mere mention of it has a flush blossoming over the height of his cheeks ––– and he can only hope the burning at the tips of his ears is somewhat masked by the way his hair falls and curls around them. he hears enough about the damn name from kaeya; ever so subtly, which is to say, not at all. at least, when the other can make mention without risk of causing suspicion. the mention of it here has a breath escaping his lips that's nothing short of mild frustration, and his arms folding over his chest. ludicrous lament aside, aether's following words draw his attention back in with a vengeance.

if a threat to mondstadt has drawn near, it was his duty to stamp it out. simple as that.

❛ i'm listening, ❜    diluc acquiesces with grace; giving a vague wave of his hand to offer that aether continue before folding it back into his opposite arm.    ❛ but understand that to say that you have my attention doesn't necessarily translate to having my help. ❜    harsh, perhaps ––– or, rather, cautious. he has his own burdens to bear and consequences to contend with. his time is limited, and he must ensure he's not wasting it by giving chase to a ghost. though, he never hesitates to offer help where its due. traces have him intrigued.

hands flexing over his biceps, his muscle ticks at the bolt of his jaw as a mirror to aether's own. uncertainty is a grey area diluc has waded through for what has begun to feel like all his life; and while it was no stranger to him, it was no more welcome.    ❛ what have you found so far ? ❜    he inquires.

» » »  continued    /   @indagatus

[indagatus]

The elder's response is every bit expected. Diluc is nothing if not a sensible leader, a prince in all but official title. His response is fair and more than he could have asked for. A promise to listen is enough, even if the downturn of Paimon's lips amuses him. Paimon, bless her, is nothing short of a fairytale believer. There is no time for her fairytale knight to waste, and Aether understands that all too well. "Thank you." He begins, inclining his head in gratitude. There is much to explain, but determining what can be shared is difficult at best.

"Are you familiar with a man named Dainsleif?" He asks, unsure if he knows of Dain at all. "Both times Paimon and I have tracked this Herald, we've come across him. The traces themselves are faint, I can only just see tracks with my sight, but we came across a cavern in Liyue, that led us to the Herald. There was a statue there, an Anemo Archon statue, defaced, and hung upside down, and emanating a powerful energy." His skin crawls at the memory, the hairs on his arms standing on end as gooseflesh dots his body. "Just this morning, Paimon and I picked up a similar trail, but this time it led us back to the edge of Mondstadt. The Church didn't have many answers for us, in regards to the missing statue, but something is very wrong, Diluc. I know asking you to join us on feeling alone is a stretch, but without showing you, I'm not sure what else I can say. The trail is limited, but I suspect we may yet again find the Herald, and Dainsleif." He doesn't want to admit that they're likely to find his sister too.

Princess. The Herald had taken her orders. He couldn't admit that to Diluc. How would he keep his trust if he knew his own flesh and blood led the Abyss Order? Though he wants to trust Dainsleif, he can't help the warnings his sister gave. Her enemy. That was what he'd been called, a traitor to his people. Was it so wrong to wonder what Diluc would think of the man? Lumine, it seemed, would have him trust no one at all, but hadn't he relied on friends to find the success he had? Diluc had helped them before, and he didn't feel his companion was untrustworthy. He had Mondstadt's best interests as his priority but Aether had no desire to bring ruin to the nation. They didn't need to be at odds.

[cryoniic]

𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 - @indagatus ( aether )

that looks like it hurts. (prompt for aether/ kaeya! )

"Hurts? Oh - " He laughed with amusement. "That was more like an itch." It was not. Kaeya experienced much more intense pain than a few deep cuts - nothing that didn't heal over time. "Are you worried about me? My, how sweet…" The sting on his shoulder and left arm was ignored as he twisted his sword to be on his back again. A hiss escaped his lips. He could quickly recuperate in the quiet of his own four walls since Mondstadt wasn't far away.

"If I were you, I would worry more about myself - it seems someone has it out for you…." A slight smirk. Oh, how Kaeya reveled in danger, the heat of a fight, staring and finding fear in his enemies' eyes - he found it thrilling, to say the least. "Don't worry, I'll be right here by your side. Whenever you require my assistance, I will be more than happy to accompany you - especially if it prevents an attack on Mondstadt…" An expression of concern can be seen in his shake of the head. In spite of his appearance and ways, Kaeya had become attached to the place where he was raised - so, while his words may have sounded teasing, they were true.

[indagatus]

Paimon blinks, staring entirely unconvinced at the Captain. "Uh huh." She comments. "Do your itches always require bandages?" She challenges, arms at her side, hands turned to fists at her hips. She wasn't stupid, anyone could see that Kaeya had taken more than a gentle scrape on the arm. "Of course Paimon's worried about you! And Aether too! Master Jean is not going to be happy if we let her Captain bleed out in the woods!" She shrills, hands moving away as she flies toward him, eyes narrowing in on his wounds. "Aether, you try to talk to him!" She whines.

Aether chuckles, "Don't worry Paimon, he won't bleed out in the woods. He's just being stubborn. It's a taught trait in the ranks of soldiers and men, I'm afraid." He warns, though the hiss draws his attention, a frown edging the corner of his lips. "Are you sure you don't need a minute to rest though?" He questions, already aware of what the answer will be. "We're in no rush to get back to Mondstadt. I don't sense any other danger lurking here." He adds, though he hadn't noticed the danger before. They seemed to be in a perpetual state of danger these days. If the Abyss wasn't after them, then the Fatui had their claws out, or the Eremite Mercenaries, or the beasts that lurked all over Teyvat.

"I can't argue that. I suppose that comes with fame though, does it not? The more Paimon and I lend our hand to the nations, the more enemies we accumulate." He shrugs. It's simply a fact. "You're not without enemy yourself, are you, Kaeya?" He asks, still wondering after the history of his companion. He knows very little. "Were you born in Mondstadt?" He wonders, knowing his loyalty to Mondstadt to appear to be one fully true aspect of the Captain. "Your company is always welcome," He adds, a smile softening his digging for answers.

[aiantos]

"Well, I could never disappoint Paimon, now could I?" he says it with a chuckle that drips from his lips like the warm trickle of honey; walking a fine line of debatably and deceptively (in)sincere as his gloved fingers curl, feeling the velvet petal be further crushed in the palm of his hand before he whisks it away with a flick of his wrist. Oceanic eyes sweep the road just beyond that Aether had gestured toward, and the lopsided lilt of his lips parts on a laugh that's more genuine, his hand coming to rest over his chest as he tips his head back. Food, he thinks. Of course. He's had his fair share of being witness to Paimon's appetite — and the grumble of his own stomach at the thought is enough for him to lay waste to his present plans.

He takes strides ahead of them, a light skip in his step and a wave of his hand to usher them along. "My pockets aren't quite so deep as when Northland Bank is a hop, skip, and a step away — but I think I can afford lunch." The glint in his eye is evidence enough of his teasing as he brushes over Paimon's inquiry into his travel permit. Besides, what was there to say? The Fatui work in mysterious ways? He might as well keep work and play separate, though he's loathe to do so. Or, at least, in this case.

The best way to keep Paimon's curious little mind at bay was to distract her with rice cakes, surely. And as the luscious scents of the markets drifted near, he was already half convinced he was distracting himself. But, maybe he could get a word or two edgewise out of the two of them. "I didn't expect to catch you two here under the Sakoku Decree." Or the Vision Hunt Decree — it's not exactly safe. "So what's the word? Sticking your noses in all the wrong places, as per usual?" His grin is bright, but his auburn hair is dulled by the clouds that loom overhead.

@indagatus ☾ continued.

[indagatus]

"No you cannot!" Paimon agrees, with a humph. "Disappointing Paimon is like...is like waking up a Hilichurl without seeing that biiig biiiig mitachurl behind it!" She warns, lips turned down in a pout as she regards Childe. The guide knows she's been unfair to the harbinger, but how could she not be? After what he put them through? Still, he was awfully nice when they took Teucer around Liyue, even if he was being totally weird pretending not to be the harbinger he was. Her eyes gloss over as thoughts take her away from the moment, her feet fluttering in autopilot instead.

Aether watches as Childe heads toward the city. His eyes sweep over his frame, that teasing glint perpetually in his eyes, the curl of his lip somehow inviting and mocking at the same time. He turns his gaze away, nudging Paimon back to the present. "He can afford lunch, Paimon, I guess the Fatui are paying him decently these days. Maybe we should finally ask about their benefit package?" He teases, eyes creasing around the edges. "Or is it the Toy Factory that's filling your pockets when away from Northland Bank? Don't tell me you've discovered some limited edition toy all the way here in Inazuma?" He wonders, a genuine question masked by his teasing. Any forewarning of the Fatui's plot in Inazuma could save valuable time and resources, after all.

He walks after Childe, his steps more hurried due to their difference in gait, but he doesn't complain. The smells and sounds of the city have his shoulders easing. He hasn't sensed an immediate threat from Childe, and even if he had, he doubts the Fatui would want to take action in the middle of the city in broad daylight. Or as close to that as it gets. He peeks at the sky, the distant rumble still far off, but the electricity in the air still has the tiny hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He chuckles, "Likewise, you have a vision to lose, after all. And something else." He notes, remembering how different his companion was when using his delusion. His eyes cloud with a sense of worry, stomach twisting slightly. He can't imagine Childe is safe in Inazuma. Even he himself is not, but without a vision to take, he can take risks others can't.

"But of course." He grins, laughter escaping at the same time as Paimon's shrill hey! reaches a new octave. "You big sneaky fox! Paimon thinks you're the one sticking his nose in other people's business! Paimon and Aether only help people and look for Aether's sister! Did you already forget what Aether's doing traveling all over Teyvat? And every time you––you––you big Fatui jerks are in the way!" She whines, breathless after her outburst as Aether raises a brow, wondering how long Paimon's been keeping that inside.

If he wagers a guess, he'd say roughly three minutes. His friend is hungry, and subsequently, a menace. "That's enough, Paimon, we're almost there to get food. No need to blame Childe for all our problems. Just a few of them." He teases, looking up toward him. "She's right though, we're here for the same reasons we traveled to Liyue, it's just that this trip was a lot harder to begin. We've had some help, as I'm sure you've guessed." His eyes glance around the city, wondering if Childe is aware of the Teahouse. He hopes not, if only to preserve safety for the Kamisato's and their allies. He can't imagine Thoma and Childe getting along very well even if he'd be amused by their go arounds. "Do you have a stall in mind for Inazuma's best cuisine?" He adds, steering the conversation away once more.

[indagatus]

forehead. responding to this quiz per @aequitaes

over-worrying and overthinking everything, your mind is always a whirling storm. no matter how you try, the fears overwhelm all else. you need someone trusted to press a kiss to your forehead, helping to quiet the thoughts that just refuse to settle.

ow ajsdhf, my sweet baby! This fits Ayaka so well though, her trust is so very limited and a relationship is so very complicated –– in regards to a forehead kiss, it's likely from Thoma or Ayato, and isn't a romantic act of affection but rather familial. It works to quiet the thoughts in her head too.

[cryoniic]

𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒎. Although it appeared he was winding her up. In reality, he was fully aware it might be perceived as a careless response to her anger - but that wasn't his intent. In the face of Paimon's hands clasping her hips, Kaeya was powerless to resist. It took him some time to calm down, as his one visible eye was closed. There was almost something thrilling about it, and it had been a while since he had been this amused. The smirk on his face returned as he folded his hands below his chest. "Oh my, you certainly are easy to rile up.Can't handle a little tease?" Ah, his smirk reappeared. His gaze twinkled at paimon before returning to the traveler as he regained his usual tone.

"Sweet flower....I see..." A gloved hand was raised to his lips as he hummed in thought for a moment, far more suspicious than it needed to be. "Mm a classic dish -- Aha, yes, no doubt a favourite. I'm glad you're enjoying our local cuisine..." He adds with a touch more sentiment. "Though, I would suggest better locations to collect it. You'll be here for a week --- and then Paimon really might just starve." He laughs as he lowers his hand to rejoin the other arm.

A slight head cant, a raised eyebrow, allowing her moment of drama. "My my, you really are high strung. What's the matter? Don't you trust me? When have I ever led you astray?" He flicked his wrist flamboyantly. An annoyed noise accompanied that, similar to a sigh.

"Well, I suppose you won't want the reward at the end.... A shame..." As he walks by them, his attire trailing behind him and midnight blue strands gently fluttering in the wind, he seems unwilling to ask again. A glance over his shoulder precedes his brush past them.

"Treasure? Why, yes, there will be plenty of that. Yet, you seem to believe I have some.... ulterior motive -- to think I would come all this way and watch you struggle." Oh, he pressed -- The smirk on his face couldn't be concealed, despite only half-turning his head.En route to his destination, his voice grows louder as he begins to walk.

"Well? What are you waiting for? I thought you wanted Sweet Flower?" Kaeya chuckles while swaying his hips in the direction of the location he spoke of. This place is familiar to the Captain, of course. What kind of friend would he be -- a bad one -- if he didn't share the wealth of knowledge he possessed with those who had proven themselves? In spite of how he appeared, he was rather fond of both Aether and the sprightly companion.

[indagatus]

"Errg! You––you blue-haired bully!" Paimon shrills as the Cavalry Captain taunts her, teasing her again through his laughter at how easily she's riled. She knows he's right but that doesn't mean Paimon wants to hear it! She scowls, fluttering behind Aether's shoulder. "Paimon can handle teasing! It's just, Paimon's still––um, still mad at you for not helping! Even if the honorary knight himself didn't need it." she concludes, eyes shifting to Aether as he smooths over the situation once more.

Kaeya's offer to help them find sweet flower easier isn't something to turn away, though Paimon knows all too well that looking for sweet flower was just meant to be a stop along the way. They had more important business to see to, but Aether simply chuckles and nods. "We can't have that, can we?" he agrees, wondering where exactly Kaeya would instruct them to go to look for sweet flower.

"Should Paimon make a list?" she mutters, as Kaeya insists he's never led them astray. It's not that he's really ever been overly malicious, but she still hasn't forgiven him for tricking them into Favonius work. Still, the promise of treasure is alluring enough for her to grin, leaning in closer. "Oooh, treasure? Well...maybe Paimon was a teensy bit harsh," she flutters, eyes wide and puppy-like as she flits past Aether toward Kaeya. "As long as you promise Paimon will get––Paimon means, as long as Paimon and Aether will get a fair share of the reward! We are helping you, after all. Fair's fair." she points out as Aether brings up the rear, shaking his head at his companion's antics and flare for mora hunting.

He adjusts his braid as he walks, nodding in agreement. "We do, surely we'll find enough along the way." he notes in regard to the sweet flower. Truthfully he doesn't care if the acquire enough or not, they can always ask Sara at Good Hunter to prepare it for them. "What is it that you'd like assistance with, exactly?" he asks, curious to know more about Kaeya's plans. It was important to redirect the conversation back to the task at hand, now that Paimon had been settled. Kaeya was much harder to predict than other Mondstadters, so Aether couldn't be certain. Knowing him, it could be something enormous or a tiny task he just didn't wish to do himself.

[cybrvce]

He hears the sounds of a customer long before he has the chance to see them, and the bit of arguing he can hear back and forth tells him easily who it is that's making their way to his pharmacy. Baizhu straightens up with seeming ease, and the smile that crosses his lips belies the eternal pains that tug at him with little reprieve. He has learned to hide it well, knowing that a doctor, no matter how dedicated they are, might not instill as much confidence if they are unwell themselves, regardless if it's a physical ailment rather than an illness.

As the sounds of Aether and Paimon's voices grow closer, Baizhu finds the medicine tucked away under Aether's name and sets it on the counter. Feeling unwell, it seems, given the order - and his suspicions are confirmed when the two enter the pharmacy and Paimon insists that her companion is coming down with something. Their bickering might have been humorous, if not for Aether's obvious illness. The excess sweating, the chills, his pallid complexion. Baizhu knows a cold when he sees one, and he knows how ignoring it can make it worse than it needs to be.

"It's good to see you both, as well," he says by way of greeting. He catches Aether's shoulder before the man can turn away or try to say he doesn't need to be seen. "You're quite lucky that Paimon won't let you leave without being seen." The back of his hand presses gently against Aether's forehead, then his cheek. A bit of a fever, perhaps higher than Baizhu would like to feel, but not yet something to be overly concerned about just yet.

Satisfied, he releases Aether's shoulder. "Your medicine is ready, but I would very much like you to rest here for a while." He gestures vaguely towards the room in the back. "I keep it well suited to help anyone who is feeling unwell-" Himself included, seeing as it's his room back there that he also uses for patients, "-and you would leave me far less worried if you would take even a few hours, hm?" Eyebrows raise and a soft smile crosses his lips; a simple cold, yes, but Baizhu is not in the habit of wanting to let people leave when there is still more he can do for them here.

[indagatus]

Aether's annoyance is visible as he looks toward Paimon. He knows he needs to take care of himself, and yet he can't help being frustrated with her for pushing him into taking time to rest now. It's not, however, Baizhu's fault, and so the traveler softens his features as he looks back to the doctor. "Paimon is a good friend," he agrees, despite his frustration. He knows her actions are with every good intention but he can't help the twinge of irritation. He wanted to be on the road again already. Instead, he closes his eyes as Baizhu feels his forehead and his cheek. The doctor's touch is gentle.

"I suppose now is as good a time as any for a break," he concludes, as Baizhu insists he rest alongside Paimon. He doesn't wish to worry him either –– even if he knows the comment is a ploy at convincing him to stay. For now, it will work. "A few hours time, we can't afford to delay much longer than that," he adds, shooting another look to Paimon to make sure his flying companion understands he won't be made to spend the entire day or archon-forbid, the night pestering Baizhu over a common cold.

He pauses, looking between the pair of them. "While I rest, Paimon would be happy to assist you in any tasks you may need for the pharmacy." He offers, the fairy's feet kicking as she flutters. "Oh yes! Paimon will help while Aether rests, thank you Mister Baizhu!" she shrills, pleased as a peach now that Aether's agreed to rest. Perhaps if they're quiet, he'll fall asleep and stay that way until he truly feels better. A fairy can hope.

Aether exhales, inclining his head toward them both before glancing back at the spare room. "Are you sure it isn't putting you out?" he wonders, spotting a few things that must be personal to the doctor. Necessary rest or not, he doesn't wish to impede on the doctor's personal space. "Aether! Mister Baizhu already told you, he keeps it for travelers like you! Off to bed, mister! Baizhu and Paimon have work to do." she shoos the blonde away, huffing as she notes his final attempt at getting out of it. "Doctor's orders! Right?" she adds, looking to Baizhu, her hand on her hip as she points toward the back room.

[aequitaes]

"I thought I lost you!" (prompt for Thoma from Ayaka!)

↪ @indagatus + ayaka

𝐴 𝐵𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐾 𝑂𝐹 𝑅𝐸𝐶𝑂𝐺𝑁𝐼𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝐶𝑂𝑀𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝐻𝐼𝑀 as everything sinks in. "Lost me?" he asks slowly. His awareness of her anxiety caused panic to seep into his thoughts... Similarly to Ayato, he disapproved of this ... state of mind. His smile, his hand on her shoulder, and a gentle squeeze of reassurance, however, concealed it.

" Milady, it's gonna take a lot more than that!" He chimes, perhaps flushed with emotion at the thought that the lady of the house was so affected. She had only ever shown him a similar expression when she was worried about her brother at night, and he had been beside her to ease her distress, even if it was only as a distraction.

"- And... I'm still here, aren't I?" He spoke softly. "B-But I appreciate your concern... ( a warming smile as his hand retracts ) Thank you..." and a gesture that conveys a sense of respect.

[indagatus]

"I'm sorry, I must compose myself," Ayaka apologizes. She knows it's unbecoming of her to appear in such a state, but with Thoma, it feels as though her apology is unnecessary, given only out of habit. Her heart still rabbits in her chest, unwilling to settle even with Thoma's hand at her shoulder and his words in her ears. She can see him with her eyes, largely unharmed and safe and yet even with the physical evidence before her she can hardly believe it. To think that they could have been too late makes her want to weep. Her eyes remain glassy, the blues of her irises even more pronounced in her distress.

She listens, her features softening ever so slightly as Thoma speaks and removes his hand from her shoulder. He sounds just the same as always, and it works to settle her a bit further. "I do not doubt your strength, Thoma, but rather my own. I––well, it's just that I'm not sure what I'd do if I had lost you." Her confession is spoken softly, an admittance wrapped in the guilt she feels for not being more aware of the dangers facing her attendant. She has little doubt that Ayato will feel the same. How could they have been so ill prepared?

"I'm so thankful that you are well, but please, sit. I will make you tea." She urges him gently, not wishing him to exert himself at all. It's high time she return the care with which he has always met her. "Are you hurt? Should I send for someone?" she adds as she turns to collect the tea pot. She knows how to treat small wounds, but her anxiety would rather a professional address any injury he's sustained.

[indagatus]

“i thought you said you wanted to help thoma with dinner.” the minute narrow of his twilight eyes is sly, an amused twinkle in the violet aspect of their blue hue. “it’s not the worst idea, all things considered,” he says, a mischievous curl to his lips. “you will have to marry some day, and i’m not sure if i could allow you to take my housekeeper with you. i’d starve.” / ayaka & ayato!!

"I do," Ayaka smiles. Thoma is a brilliant cook, but Ayaka has enjoyed learning new recipes alongside Aether too. Secretly, she hopes to give Thoma a tiny taste of home, as Aether has demonstrated a few recipes now from Mondstadt. Her brother's teasing eyes bring a lightness to her chest as her smile broadens. Her chin ducks slightly toward her chest, head tilting just a bit to the side, as she's careful to keep her lips pressed together. "But I believe I've been misled," she laughs. "Thoma told me he'd begin in an hour, but it sounds as though he's begun the prep work already. He did mention you'd be home longer this evening."

It isn't unlike Thoma to encourage her to have extra time with her brother. He's the busiest man in Inazuma, for all she's concerned, and she cherishes every moment she gets. Still, they could just as easily all spend time together. Silly boy, he didn't need to give her space alone. "Can you think of a few things more dangerous than my cooking, brother?" she teases, brow raising slightly at the claim to Thoma. She nods, "I see," she begins. "Now Thoma is your housekeeper? And here I thought he was mine too. It's for the best, I'd never wish you to starve. Someone needs to remain here to see you properly fed." Her eyes lift to meet his, mischievous in their own right.

"Marriage is still a ways out, there's time to learn," she adds, carefully returning to the topic. The very mention of marriage is enough to send butterflies fluttering through her stomach. "Unless, there is news to be shared?" she questions, trying to conceal the hint of nerves in her voice. She trusts her brother. He'd never marry her to someone not suited to her, but marriage was still an enormous concept and she wasn't quite ready to leave home.

[indagatus]

@svnsworn | Bubu Pharmacy, midday

Injuries weren't unfamiliar to Aether, he'd certainly gotten his fair sharing traveling across Teyvat and there was little doubt he'd acquire more. He'd been careful to stock up on supplies to treat them along the way, and had maintained a reasonably balanced diet to stave off illness. The trip to Bubu Pharmacy should have been a simple one –– a quick stop to acquire a few more herbs and remedies for treating burns, cuts, and the like along the way. Unfortunately for Aether, things were never as simple as they ought to be.

"I'm fine, Paimon." he insists for the third time as he takes the stairs. His companion floats beside him, unconvinced. Aether had been slow to rise that morning, and had barely touched his food. He was tired, achy, his skin a bit clammy to the touch, but he wasn't worried. He'd been fighting a lot lately, they just needed a day off of commissions so he could recuperate and he'd be on his way. Not to mention, Aether wasn't of this world, who was to say the pharmacy would have anything to treat his version of a cold? There was no way it was anything else.

Paimon frowns, nose scrunching in frustration. "Paimon's serious, mister! You march up there and get checked by Baizhu! Paimon isn't taking no for an answer!" she humphs, the pair of them arriving at the top. Aether exhales long and deep. He looks for Qiqi, expecting to see the tiny zombie. Paimon's concern is touching, but unnecessary, and exhausting. Still, his breathing is a bit more labored than it ought to be for a quick trip up the steps. He's tired, he reminds himself, that's all. "Paimon, we're not going to bother––Baizhu, oh um. Hello." he greets, eyes flicking to Changsheng and then up to Baizhu's face. "Paimon's worrying over nothing, we're just here to pick up my order." he insists, shooting a look at Paimon, willing her to just accept it. "Aether's not being honest! It's good to see you, Mister Baizhu. Paimon thinks Aether is coming down with something, but he won't admit it. Can't you take a look at him?" she asks, hoping that Baizhu will agree with her concern, if only to satisfy her worries. Aether grimaces, a chill dancing along his spine as the cool breeze catches the dampness at his temple, his golden braid carefully tied in place.