Pure Funny Fluff, ft Shenhe, Beidou + Ningguang, and Yelan.
A cute, little bunny! (Shenhe)
Shenhe does not know what she's looking at. When she woke up that day, she turned to your side of the bed — as she always did first thing in the morning — to take in the details of your face in peaceful slumber. Except, you weren't there. The covers slid away as she abruptly pushed herself upright, revealing your abandoned clothes underneath; simply laying there, as if you've vanished from existence. If not for the small, moving lump within your shirt, Shenhe would've leapt out of bed that instant. Instead, with the careful hand of someone fully prepared to flatten whatever creature crawled into bed instead of her partner, she tugged the cloth away and there you were. With a wiggly nose, ears flat against your head and eyes wide, your tiny chest heaving with quick breaths of panic. You'd been struggling to get out of the maze of clothing since you'd woken up, and in the open air — uncovered and exposed — you realize just exactly how small you were. Especially compared to Shenhe, who stared at you with the most confused expression you'd ever seen on the adepti disciple. Does she even realize it's you? Or does she think you're some wild rabbit appearing as if out of a magician's hat?
The thought she might not recognize it's you makes you want to bolt off the bed and hide away — and you do, startled by the sudden movement of her hand. You don't even realize until you see her feet touch the floor in front of you, followed by the rest of her as she kneels down to peer under the bed. Her long, white hair falls onto the floor like a localized blanket of snow, and it's distracting —
Then she calls out your name, and your ears propel forward much like how sunflowers face the sun. She holds out her hand, fingers curled and palm downwards to show no intent to grab you, and you find yourself trudging forward, rubbing your chin against her knuckles. Now that your scent lingers on her hand, your newly acquired rabbit instincts seem satisfied enough to consider your normal-but-giant-sized girlfriend a safe space. So, you crawl out from under the bed and hop onto her lap — familiar and comfy — and stare up at her with beady eyes.
Shenhe simply stares back, thoughts racing through her mind. As far as she's aware, humans don't tend to shapeshift into animals, and you're certainly not an adepti — you would've told her, right?
Well, it seems a trip to Cloud Retainer is in order. And since she's not about to leave you alone in this state, you'd better be ready to be carried around in a makeshift bunny-pouch strapped against her chest.
A VERY fluffy cat. (Beidou + Ningguang)
(someone remind me to combine their banner nameplates)
Normally, Lady Ningguang is ecstatic whenever you and Beidou return to Liyue Harbor. It's not always that you join the Crux Fleet on their trips, but since the Sukoku Decree ended, you couldn't resist the shorter voyages to Inazuma. This is why the Tianquan had gone down to the docks to welcome to the two of you — except, neither of you could be found on the deck of the Alcor.
The Alcor's chief mate Juza hurriedly beckons her aboard and into the Captain's quarters, where —
Captain Beidou is stuck on her bed with a rather large, affectionate cat laying on her stomach. She sheepishly explains to Ningguang what happened; how you'd drunk a mysterious potion on a dare, courtesy of her crew; how at first, nothing seemed to happen until slowly, a pair of fluffy ears and a tail appeared — followed quickly by fur, fur and more fur. Upon the call of your name, one of your ears flicks. You open a single eye, not moving an inch from your warm, comfortable Beidou-shaped bed. Perhaps it's also a little payback, for making that bet in the first place. Somehow, Beidou left out that little detail in her explanation.
However when Ningguang catches your eye, you languidly yawn and stretch. With a grace you normally don't possess (you leave that to Ningguang), you jump down onto the Alcor's floorboards with a light thump, then start curling and purring around Ningguang's legs. You're not really sure why you're doing it, your feline body moving out of instinct at the familiarity of your other partner; but it doesn't seem like either of you mind.
You don't complain when she picks you up, nudging your head against her cheek with another purr. Within her arms, you shoot Beidou a look — but she's too busy approaching the Tianquan for her own hug and kiss. She promptly gets a mouthful of tail for her efforts, and you feel a sense of pride at the laugh rumbling through the chest you're pressed up against. Satisfied, you close your eyes at the Captain's hand scratching just behind your ears.
A tiger (Yelan)
When a random group of suspicious characters suddenly surrounded the spy, the last thing she'd expected was to hear an angry roar echo through the air. Both she and her adversaries turn quickly, just as a large, feline beast leaps from the thicket and —
Promptly kisses the dirt by tripping over its own paws. Clearly the others thought it intimidating despite that, as they'd ran off and left Yelan to deal with the tiger herself. She wastes no time in cloaking herself with Hydro, disappearing out of sight. With the quick summon of her bow, she nocks back an arrow and.. wait.
As soon as she'd vanished, you mewled pathetically and used one of your big paws to rub your nose. There are bits of torn cloth hanging from your body — notably your neck and hips — and there's just something entirely non-threatingly about you that makes Yelan drop her cloak. When you look up at her with sad, but familiar eyes, it clicks.
"My, my," she says, a smirk growing onto her lips as she approaches you; apparently not all that bothered by your new, ferocious appearance. "Now what have you been up to?"
You whine, though it sounds more like a growl, and push yourself up into a sitting position. Yelan laughs.
The manner in which you sit looks rather comical; your two hindlegs straight onto the ground like a human rather than an animal. She shakes her head, finally dismissing her bow in favor of petting your muzzle. If anything, she's amused by the whole situation. And as an added bonus, now she can intimidate people even more. As soon as she gets you to act like an actual predator, and not an oversized housecat.
A/N: So ngl, these have been sitting in my notes app for months and I've been icky with writing lately, so.. voila. Hope you enjoyed that!
While I'm still boiling in rage that deleting the draft also deleted the entire ask, I shall post said request regardless. An anonymous user asked if I could write Reader tackle-hugging (glomping) characters who are rather intimidating, perhaps earlier on in the relationship and being so happy to see them, they're forgetting themselves. Particularly Shenhe and Sara were mentioned, but I took some liberties.
Also, to answer another question: requests are always welcome, I don't get very many. The real question is when they'll get posted. Without further ado, then!
Shenhe
As this one post says, Shenhe is built like a brick wall. She's not going to be moved — literally or figuratively — by your actions. But, she does appreciate your gestures.
Shenhe is on her way back to Liyue Harbor after visiting her Master for the weekend. It's the first time she'd left the city since you two met, and of course, it hadn't been for long; yet there's a certain odd tugging in her chest when she thinks of you and how far away she is from you. It's reminiscent to the feeling she gets when looking at her old, abandoned home — yet different, all the same. What did Master call it? Melancholy?
"Shenhe!"
Greeting her down the path is you, so very opposite with that bright smile on your face. The odd feeling tugs upwards now, much like a gust of refreshing wind; the corners of her lips mirror the motion — subtle, like many of her limited expressions are. Her lack of a reaction doesn't stop you from running right at her, arms outstretched and reaching out. You don't stop either, not until you quite literally leap and collide into her with the force of a meek lamb (compared to her, at least), and she doesn't even flinch.
Not physically, at least. Mentally, she needs to tame down the instinct to dodge your affectionate attack, or worse, retaliate — and not in a good way. It's fortunate for you she'd witnessed the gesture before, being in proximity to the young Xiangling and Hu Tao's matching energy. The funeral director was slightly less lucky when Shenhe saw her tackle her boss' daughter to the ground — Xiangling not nearly as prepared nor strong as she is — and Shenhe had been fully prepared to grab her by the collar and fling her into the harbor if not for little Guoba tugging at her sleeve. But that's a story for another time.
Knowing of said gesture and being the recipient are two wholly different things, however. She tucks one of her forearms beneath your thighs to support you, but she's at a complete loss on how to react. A little stilted, she uses her free hand to pat your back, and feels a puff of warmth on her neck when you laugh and squeeze her tighter.
"I missed you," you murmur, nuzzling into that exact spot. Another tug in her chest; it must be her heart, as all the poetry says. The hand on your back rests between your shoulderblades instead, and she suddenly feels the need to hold onto you a little longer. The Harbor can wait.
Kujou Sara
We all know Sara is a bit of an awkward birdie, socially speaking. When commanding an army, she's the pinnacle of focus and control. When she's getting doted on? Well, that's not an experience she's used to.. yet.
"Furthermore, there have been sightings of Kairagi around Higi Village, and we will dispatch a number of Shogunate soldiers to aid the villagers."
Sara's voice rings clear throughout the Tenryou Commission's courtyard, and every single one of her summoned subordinates stand at attention at their General's debriefing. She opens her mouth to continue but is cut off by a squeal, so utterly uncharacteristic within the Tenryou Commission's courtyard, she turns to the sound.
"Saraaa!"
It's you — she completely forgot she'd told you to meet her there after work — and you're barreling at her without a care for the odd stares from the various people around you. She gawks, flustered; her golden eyes grow wide at how shamelessly playful you are. You remind her of an overexcited bake-danuki — one of the mischievous few she brings fruit in Chinju Forest — and it's only by instinct she manages to catch you when you practically throw yourself into her arms.
"Shit!"
Her entire face is aflame, but unfortunately, physics doesn't give a damn about her flustered state and the both of you nearly tumble to the ground with how quickly you'd run at her. With a strong beat of her wings, appearing at her back without ceremony and a gust of wind, she manages to save both of you from the unforgiving stone and she rebalances herself, arms hooked beneath your thighs. She huffs out your name in annoyance, which doesn't last long with your voice in her ear.
"Hii," you say, giving her a squeeze for good measure. After, you're ready to let go and she's somehow grateful for it, and yet reluctant to let go. Nevertheless, she sets you down on the ground and straightens her clothes.
"Hello," she says, face still warm. She clears her throat, trying to ignore the stares around her. "I thought I told you to wait for me outside."
"We are outside," you point out with a little head-tilt, sporting a faux-innocent smile. She inwardly curses and fights the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose.
"I meant, outside the compound."
"Oohh." You purposely ring out the vowel, looking as apologetic as possible. "Well.. I'm here now. Shall we go?"
She sighs. Behind her, a Yoriki politely clears her throat and when she turns, she can see the smirk the older woman is hiding. The other soldiers are either pointedly looking elsewhere or gawking at your behavior.
"General?"
"Yes, of course," she nods, focused on her job and not the big puppy-eyes you're sporting as you cling onto her arm, and definitely not on the way her face is turning as red as her mask.
Raiden Ei
I'm going to preface this by saying; Ei would be pleasantly surprised you're treating her with such casual air in the first place. Like, sure, you're close but she's not used to this kind of relationship — aside from the Traveler and Yae Miko. The people of Inazuma either respect or fear the Electro Archon too much, but not you: you've always treated her a friend. That said, it's not always Ei that is present as the Raiden Shogun. She may be preoccupied in her own mind, meditating over Inazuma's future while the Puppet Shogun deals with everyday tasks.
It's not often the Raiden Shogun is seen outside Tenshukaku, even after the Sukoku Decree ended and Inazuma opened her borders once more. One might very rarely catch sight of her with one of her close companions, strolling through the markets with a rather serene smile and a bottle of dango milk in one hand. Still, the tense atmosphere her overpowering presence brings to the citizens has her hiding from the public most of the time, occasionally donning a veiled hat that does nothing to hide her easily recognizable hair — who else has a purple plaid nearly the length of their entire body?
At any rate, seeing her on your stroll through Chinju Forest, you may have forgotten yourself in the moment. Too excited to see her, perhaps; whatever the reason, you'd failed to pick up what would normally be obvious to you within seconds. As you ran to her, you called out her name — her true name, Ei — and not to your knowledge, she turned to the sound rather than the words.
It's only then that you realize two things. One; Engulfing Lightning, her naginata and the Shogun's favored weapon, is in her hands and pointed rather dangerously in your direction, and Two; her amethyst eyes lack that certain spark of life Ei brought to their shared body, and they narrow at your fast approach.
These things, of course, you realize far too late — nearly tumbling downhill as you are — and you prepare to simply drop and eat dirt to avoid the sharp, pointy weapon when there's a flash in the Shogun's eyes and your world warps around you.
"Oof!"
Instead of the cold ground, you collide into something sturdy yet soft, the warmth contrast to the cool air of the forest. Ei calls out your name in a hushed voice, her arms tightening around you in an embrace.
"What were you thinking, running at the Shogun like that?" She scolds in that same hushed manner, her cheek against your temple.
Sheepishly, you detach yourself so you could look her in the eye and properly apologize. "Sorry, I was just happy to see you!"
She watches you, flashes of worry in the purple gleam of her eyes. Then, she shakes her head and sighs a little.
"Please, be more careful. The Shogun cannot read your intent as clearly as I can."
You beam despite the situation. "Well, my intent is only to dote on you as much as I can. Maybe you should tell her that."
Now normally, Ei could hide her blushes behind the puppet's artificial skin. But here, the rosy colour on her cheeks is unmistakable, matching the skies of the Plane of Euthymia. The sight is absolutely worth nearly getting mauled for.
Arlecchino
Surprise! I had this image in my head so I made an attempt. Arlecchino is a bit of a hit and miss to write for, depending on your personal headcanons. Regardless, we all know she does care, in her own way.
Most people politely step out of her way as soon as they so much as hear the clacking of her heels. All it takes is a single glance. She'd even seen a lower ranked Fatui soldier vault over a table, specifically to avoid gaining her ire for slowing her down. It had amused her children so much, even Lynette couldn't quite keep her face neutral — a smile cracking through, especially at Lyney's snickering. At least he attempted to hide it behind a cough.
All that to say, she's quite impressed her aura of intimidation has zero effect on you. True enough, you are her significant other; fear is a feeling she'd rather not stir in you particularly. An exception, in both cases. However, she has to draw the limit somewhere.
It's one thing to give and receive affections to each other in private, but in the middle of the Court of Fontaine? Anyone else would be reduced to a pile of ash at this point. Anyone but you.
She sighs after she catches you, sensing your presence and intent the moment your pace increased behind her. And yes, she could've side-stepped and spared herself the humiliation, but then you'd be eating pavement and that seemed like the less favorable outcome.
She endures the overly excited smooch on her cheek, still holding you until you're actually prepared to land on your feet again, except you're nuzzling your face into her now like an affectionate cat and — really?
Arlecchino pries you away by the back of your neck, the tips of her nails intentionally digging just a little into your skin. "Dearest," she starts in a saccharine voice, "I'm working."
The innocent look you give her raises her eyebrow a tick, but you still end up with your feet on solid ground again, and the hand moves to cup your chin instead. She lets the touch linger a moment, enjoying the sight of your eyes gazing into her own without an ounce of fear. A smile tugs on her lips then, and she has to clear her throat to regain her neutrality. She can enjoy your presence much better once work is done.
Skirk
Surprise #2! I only added Skirk because of a single line in this entire bit and you'll probably guess which one. Anyway, another lady unused to affection. I feel like that's a trend here.
She freezes up. It's likely the sound of her entering your room that alerted you to her presence before she'd even uttered a greeting in your direction, and every muscle in her body tenses when you've suddenly turned and jumped right at her. Your arms are thrown around her shoulders with an affectionate squeeze, her name uttered in a elated greeting.
It's warm, too warm; she isn't used to embraces, not in the short time she's known people friendly enough to give them. The most physical touch she receives is when she's wrestling an opponent should her blade fail, or when she's throwing Childe through a portal like a ragdoll. When is the last time she's received and returned a hug?
There's not much time to ponder such things as you quickly let go again, no doubt feeling the tense raise of her shoulders and hearing the sharp intake of breath. You sheepishly smile and avert your eyes, hands lingering on her arms until they slide down to interwine with her hands. A much more preferred touch for her, less constricting and yet grounding all the same. She lets out that breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, and nods — perhaps a bit too curtly given your relationship.
"Sorry," you say softly, but she shakes her head.
"It's alright," she says, forcing herself to relax in your presence with a subtle roll of her shoulders. "I.. missed you too."
There's a certain hesitance in admitting a weakness like that, but the dazzling smile you give when your gaze returns to her is absolutely worth it.
And we have a winner, folks! It's my first time writing Yelan, pls be nice.
GN!Reader (no mention of gender), not quite able to be read as platonic (reader is crushing quite hard). No warnings, all fluff!
Once again, based on this prompt!
You'd be lying to yourself if you denied the little crush you had on your roommate.
Even though, you don't know a whole lot about her — save for small, insignificant things like how she throws hot spices on everything — you can't help but gush about her to your friends. It drives them a little crazy, especially since they've never met her, but you don't care. She's just so pretty, and so cool, and so nice, and.. and..
Honestly, who can blame you for taking her jacket when she left it at home, just this once? It's not often she parts with it, and you've always wondered why she likes it so much. Oh, but now you get it. It's so comfortable and warm, with a gorgeous white velvet material on the inside that caresses your skin softly. Plus it smells like her; it feels like an embrace. You close your eyes and lose yourself in the comfort.
Before you know it, you've fallen asleep.
Yelan gets home not long after. She watches you with a little smirk on her lips. You'd fallen right for her trap.
See, you can be as subtle as you want with your little crush; she'll know. It's literally her job to be observant of others, so your behavior and looks aren't going to escape her eye. Luckily for you, the feeling's mutual. She thinks you're absolutely adorable, but she wouldn't be herself if she wasn't going to have her fun first. With a little roll of her favorite die, she'll decide. Odds.
How unfortunate for you.
With light steps, Yelan sneaks up to the front of the sofa and crouches down by your head. She takes her time to observe you; how peaceful and cute you look as you slumber, in her very own jacket no less. For just a moment, her smirk turns into a genuine, affectionate smile. Too bad you're not awake to see it, though. Softly, she calls out your name.
Your eyes blink open slowly. Yelan waits, utterly entertained by your drowsiness, as it takes you a solid few seconds to register how close she is to you, noses nearly touching. She can see the exact moment you realize, as your eyes widen before you jolt back and upright.
"Yelan!"
"Hello, darling," she purrs, her voice lowered explicitly for only you to hear. She peers up at you through her eyelashes, two emeralds glistening in amusement. "Did you sleep well?"
You fumble, cheeks flushed from the proximity just now. "Uh, I — yeah, I guess? Why are you.. um.."
She hums and lazily tilts her head back a little, eyes raking over your form like a predator watches its prey. It silences you instantly, your poor overstimulated brain going into overload.
"I must say.."
The way you still in anticipation of her next words has her smirk again.
"You look quite adorable in my jacket."
As if you couldn't get any redder — or cuter — you start resembling a human-shaped radish as you fluster and look down at yourself. She actually laughs when you start spouting apologies, and stands up to shush you with a hand on your shoulder.
"I'll make you a deal," she says. "You can keep it on, as long as you make room for me on that sofa."
"Huh?"
With a suggestive nudge, she guides you back to settling down and follows soon after, tucking her arms around your back. Her head rests against your chest — she can hear your heart beating as fast as a rabbit's — and she lets out a content sigh. Oh, she can tell this will be better than her usual naps.
No warnings apply. GN!Reader (no mention of gender)
Can be read as platonic if you squint.
Based on this prompt I wrote a little while ago and then forgot about.
The sounds of keys jingling, the door opening and closing, and footsteps rouse you from your nap. Shenhe stops at the sight of you; on the sofa, positively drowning in her oversized hoodie, with a content post-nap stretch. Yet you jolt awake when your sleepy eyes notice her, shooting upright with reddening cheeks and excuses spilling from your lips. She just shrugs.
"It makes sense."
Sense? What makes sense? You know how Shenhe thinks — and how the most common things make no sense to her, yet the most straight-forward solutions to issues do, social rules be damned. Ah, wait; you follow now.
"You were cold, and simply took the nearest warm clothing," she explains when you ask anyway. "Why? Is that wrong?"
"Well, technically, it's your hoodie," you say with a small laugh. "You don't borrow my clothes either, right?"
Shenhe only pauses briefly to think, and hang her jacket in the hallway closet. "No, your clothes don't fit me."
Yeah, alright. You couldn't argue with that logic.
However, the next time she sees you in her hoodie, she gets confused. She could've sworn it had just been washed, dried and folded; neatly tucked back in her wardrobe on its own, lonely shelf. And she knows you have far more hoodies than she did; enough to always have one available, even with a full load of laundry in the basket. There's even one on the back of a dining chair! So why did you go out of your way to grab hers, from her room, rather than the closest and quickest option?
All she could really do is ask. So, she calls out your name.
"Hm?" You glance at her from your spot by the stove, wooden spoon in hand and still stirring. "What's up?"
"Why are you wearing my clothes again?"
You furrow your brow somewhat, gaze cast off to the side in thought — which only added up to her own confusion — and your answer doesn't help at all. "I thought I could?"
"Well, I don't mind it," Shenhe says, finding it hard to think of a reason why you couldn't — unless she is cold herself. Even then, she might just let you continue wearing it. You looked rather endearing in the oversized hoodie, after all, and there's this odd sense of warmth in her chest at the sight. It almost makes her want to cease questioning you and just enjoy it, but she wants to know and learn.
"Isn't it more logical to take your own, though?" she asks, pointing out the one hanging over the chair. "It's closer."
Now, just like the first time, your cheeks turn red and you avoid her eyes at all costs. "Uuuuhh.."
You mumble something as you turn back to the stove. She blinks and moves closer until she reaches the counter next to you. "Can you repeat that?"
"I said.. uh.. it's.. nicer.."
"Nicer?"
Shenhe eyes you up and down. "The fabric? Aren't yours the same?"
"No — I mean, yes. They are."
Now your entire face became red, and she starts to worry about your health. Are you feeling too warm with her hoodie on? Or are you getting sick? She doesn't get a chance to check your temperature, because you groan and hide your face in your hands. The spoon clatters in the pot.
"Hnggh... Okay, it's because it's your hoodie that it's nicer," you say, turning to face her despite your tomato-resembling self.
"That makes no sense."
"It's warm, it smells like you and — I don't know, it feels like a hug, you know?"
"I don't know," Shenhe replies. She doesn't like how you sigh and how crestfallen you look, turning away from her again. After a moment's silence to think — during which you lift the spoon to taste-test the sauce — her mind seems to connect the wires and she feels a little spark fly through her heart. "Oh, does that mean you'd like me to hug you?"
Bad timing — you nearly spit out the tiny lick of sauce and start coughing violently when some saliva goes down the wrong side of your throat. "What — what?!"
In an attempt to help, Shenhe smacks your back with her palm just a bit too roughly and you wince, pulling yourself together all that much faster so she wouldn't try it again. "Ahem. Sorry — what did you just say?"
"I asked if you'd like me to hug you," she repeats with the same, straight face as before. You search her eyes for any hint of teasing, but she is completely serious. All the more reason for your flusterings to return full-force, and you quickly busy yourself with the food again.
"I mean, I wouldn't say no," you mumble.
"So, you're saying yes?"
"I guess so."
You can't really gauge out her reaction since you absolutely refuse to look at her, and the only sound in the room comes from the stove for a solid moment or two. Then, a single word;
"Okay."
And a pair of strong arms sliding around your waist.
Ohoho, hurt/comfort my beloved! There are some lovely fanfics on ao3 I like to read where one girlie gets her period and the other's a beacon of comfort. I feel like this falls under the sickfic category, tbh. And we all know how much I love those! Anyways, since I know who's asking, I added a certain someone I normally don't write about. And Ningguang. The hurt!Ning propaganda is spreading to x reader fics now. Ahem.
Ningguang & Lisa (separate)
GN!Reader — Fluff — SFW — Romantic
Utc due to length
If not even a bad cold and the order from doctor Baizhu is enough to get Ningguang to stop working, then neither is her menses — no matter how much it feels like her abdomen is twisting into itself. It's day two when the herbal tea she's been dutifully sipping since yesterday morning stops working and she needs to request Baishi to make something stronger. And though a headache is starting to hammer against her temples, her skin feels clammy and warm, and she's hardly able to hold her pen, she's still seated at her desk with a pile of paperwork in front of her. Her eyes narrow at the words on the page, and in the privacy of her own office, she's leaning her head against her hand. No, none of these minor nuisances will deter the Tianquan from her duties, but they do severely affect the efficiency at which she works. Another cramp starts — as if a Geo vishap is burrowing through her womb — and she presses her lips tightly together to hold back a groan. The words on the page have blurred together; miserably, she turns to lean her forehead on her palm instead, eyes squeezed shut. There's a rush of blood in her ears along with the pain. It makes her nauseous.
It's then that someone knocks on the door. Once, then twice in rapid succession: She raises her head in recognition of your specific taps, a little habit you've had far before you'd even met. In an attempt not to seem too disheveled, she runs a hand through the loose strands of her hair and straightens — though the latter movement causes another jab of pain and she instantly retreats back into her earlier posture, shoulders tense and spine bowed. Tap, tap-tap.
"Come in."
Her voice is monotone, controlled — but strained. She hates it.
"A-Ning," you say when you slip in, quickly closing the door behind you lest any of the household staff get a sight of the mighty Tianquan slouching in her chair. You're holding a pack of medicine, well.. painkillers, mostly, in one hand and head over to her desk. "I know you prefer herbs and tea but these are from Mondstadt's alchemists."
You don't even bother to ask how she's feeling, as if you can read her mind as easily as she reads the Qixing's many correspondance — excluding the Yuheng's rushed scrawl, she leaves that to the General Secretary. Speaking of which, there's a finished letter to the Kaiyang to be sent on the corner of her desk, and she busies herself with preparing it to avoid the sympathetic look in your eyes.
"Thank you, my love," she says, sealing the letter with the Tianquan's wax seal, then calling over Baixiao to collect it. "You may leave it on the guest table; I'll take it later."
Much to her dismay, you place it directly in front of her on the desk. It's an ordinary, sealed little jar with a handful of round pills inside the size of a flower petal, and the label along the side has Mondstadt's symbol on it. You're frowning at her when she raises her gaze, though it's endearingly pouty in a way that lowers her worries quite a bit.
"Did you not hear me?"
"You and I both know full-well you're not going to take it later," you huff, crossing your arms indignantly. "You need Baishi to remind you to eat lunch, for Archon's sake."
In a rather political fashion, she folds her hands together atop her desk. "Baishi helps me with my schedule; it's only logical she would remind me when, where, and with whom, I spend my lunches. And I do not need to be reminded when, on days where I have no prior appointments, you come barreling into my office at noon with a meal young Xiangling taught you that week."
Those are actually her favorite lunches, and she tells Baishi to set aside at least one day a week for you, but you don't need to know the specifics. You stubbornly maintain your stance, though, undettered by her argument.
"Well, my point still stands. You're so stubborn, you'd rather sit there in pain all day than admit you need a little help."
Not true, or she wouldn't have accepted the Traveler's help numerous time in the past — but fine, that seems off-topic. Besides, when it comes to her personal strength..
Ningguang sighs and takes the little jar. "Very well, you've won. I will take one and we'll see how well it works."
You smile bright in response. "I've won if only because you're taking it! Let me get you some water to wash it down."
You turn to leave, then swiftly pivot and dash beside her chair; "but first!"
Ningguang looks at you in confusion for all of a second before you plant a kiss square in the middle of her forehead.
"There! Be right back!"
She's chuckling at your retreating form, her mood improved significantly despite the mess her body is in. Perhaps she could afford to spend the rest of the day with you instead of this paperwork. Goodness knows you're much better company, if the lessened tension in her shoulders is anything to go by.
So very tired..
Lisa is already quite conservative with her energy in her day to day life, to the point where most of Mondstadt consider the librarian to have quite a lazy attitude. But that's mainly of her own choice, to simply enjoy the days at her own pace and only use what spare energy she has when it's truly necessary. She knows exactly how much she can afford to do, or not do, in a day and usually keeps some reserves in case of emergencies.
So when that time of the month arrives where her movements are slowed, limbs languid and her eyes seem to close just a little longer when she blinks, the library becomes.. rather more peaceful. Overdue books mysteriously appear on her desk before she has a chance to go out and berate whomever took too long. Jean and Kaeya have less need for her to help them that week, and Klee is suspiciously well-behaved.
The most interesting and frankly heartwarming thing though, is how you often find excuses to come see her. "It's lunch time," you'd say, or "I had a sudden craving for tea." Sometimes, you used the books, telling her how you needed information about this or that, while simultaneously sneaking a snack onto her desk or refilling the empty teapot. Lisa doesn't try and stop you. It seems to make your day just as much to see her, and she has a severe lack of appetite during this time. Those little snacks you deliver are often the only thing she nibbles on that day.
Ah, speak of the devil.
"Good afternoon, my love!" You greet cheerfully, keeping your voice low enough not to echo in the empty library. She smiles as she watches you stroll to her desk, head tilting up in anticipation; the brief feeling of your lips against her own has her closing her eyes in bliss and she hums.
"Hello, cutie," she murmurs, lips brushing against yours and audible only to the two of you. It's this close proximity she enjoys the most, the warmth you radiate a balm to any and all aches her body brings. She turns towards you to chase that warmth, enclosing her arms around your shoulders and nuzzling cheek. "Hm.. you're early."
"Hah.."
You're standing somewhat awkwardly, half-bend like this, but you can endure it for your most favorite witch, can't you? The answer lies in the embrace you easily returns regardless of your own discomfort, and the little smooch you place on her hair. "Maybe I am. It's just a bit of a slow day today."
She hums again. "Here, as well."
Her nuzzles continue, rubbing her head against yours much like an affectionate housecat, and she finds herself not wanting to let go of you. She sighs into your shoulder and feels one of your hands rubbing her back.
"Tired?"
"A little," she admits, then continues with, "I'm actually rather enjoying this."
You huff out an amused breath. "Of course you are."
She feels you look around for a moment, and starts to pout when you move away before you tell her, "Hold on".
"Oh!"
Lisa has no idea where you find the strength for it, but you scoop her up from her chair and walk several steps away, dumping both yourself and her onto the plush sofa at the window. When you lean back to lay against the armrest, you pull her along in your embrace and she's just completely engulfed in your presence.
And Archons, isn't that just the nicest feeling in the world?
Lisa adjusts herself a little to lay onto your front and her eyes close on their own accord. It's still afternoon; the library isn't supposed to be closed for another hour. But she can't find it in herself to care, whether someone comes in to return a book, or Jean walks in to ask for something — Mondstadt could be burning down, she probably wouldn't want to get up.
It's no surprise then, with your heartbeat against her ear and your hand rubbing soothing circles on her lower back, that she falls asleep within seconds.
GN!Reader — Fluff & Humor — Romantic (Even though nothing happens; Reader is just crushing a lot)
Note: Shy!Reader works at Yelan's teahouse as a regular waitress, though trained and aware of the spy's actual work.
A/N: It hath arrived! Based on a post by @angeliteeyes about a shy reader with Shenhe. It took me far too long to write, and I took some liberty with the conclusion but it's finally here! Enjoy! (UTC cuz it's loooong)
It's with a satisfying stretch that you start your lunch break, suppressing the noise trying to escape your throat lest you embarrass yourself in front of your co-workers. After you hang your apron up, and nod a quiet greeting to the two tactfully guarding the door, you exit the Yangsheng Teahouse and step into the pleasant afternoon sun. It's a regular day for you, and you wander across the sun-warmed stone towards Wanmin Restaurant. While the Teahouse definitely serves all kinds of delicacies — courtesy of your own culinary skills — no amount of snacks normally served with tea will be able to fill the current void in your stomach, nor do you feel particularity inclined to eat what you've been staring at since sunrise. Besides, you're a bit of a creature of routine; grabbing a plate of Xiangling's cooking for lunch is merely part of your day. Wanmin Restaurant is a familiar taste, Xiangling and her father familiar faces and even some of the other lunch regulars have become familiar to you.
And yet an unfamiliar sight greets you as you approach, your steps slowing down somewhat hesitantly. Xiangling is talking animatedly to a tall woman, her braided snow-white hair seemingly out of place within Chiyu Rock. Where Xiangling has her usual, excited energy in the way she smiles and talks, the woman stands nearly perfectly still, regarding the chef with her arms crossed. She occasionally nods, and loose strands of hair rustle with the movement.
Yes, the sight of her here is unfamiliar but, you have seen her before. Clear as day in your mind's eye, the silhouette of the adepti disciple leaping through the air faster than your eyes can track; her movements graceful as she easily vanquishes a large vishap just off the beaten path in the mountains, before it has the chance to ambush any unsuspecting travelers — including yourself. And you couldn't help ogling her a little, watching the exposed muscles on her back as she wrenches her polearm free from the defeated creature. Until she turned, sharp eyes catching yours in the act and you scurried away like a frightened mouse.
(You didn't see the way her gaze darted about your retreating form, checking for any signs of injury and deciding you'd be fine on your own.)
And yet here she is again, and suddenly your feet are glued to the pavement. Xiangling spots you from the corner of her eye and excitedly waves you over. The woman turns then, and those same eyes stare into yours again — less sharp and more curious. Immediately, you flounder; your gaze darts away with a furrow of your brow at the way heat rushes to your cheeks. After an eternal moment of indecision — which really, lasted only a few seconds — you turn on your heels and flee (again), back to the Teahouse to fill yourself with small sandwiches instead.
This happens at least twice before you realize the woman actually works at the restaurant now, and you groan to yourself upon spotting her. You hide around the corner of one of the shops lining the street. Xiangling actually approached you later that day, asking if you were alright, and you made some flimsy excuse about feeling unwell. She immediately made you eat some soup, of course.
Another frown makes its way onto your face unknowingly as you stare at the busy restaurant. Shenhe — you learned her name from Xiangling as well — is dutifully serving customers their food, the many plates she carries weightless in her strong arms. You'd also caught sight of her effortlessly moving tables around to accommodate a bigger party, not to mention when she hauled a stack of firewood to the stove.
Right, you're ogling again. She's just so graceful in everything she does, and you can't help but —
"My, my," an alluring and familiar voice sounds right beside your ear; you nearly jump out of your skin, clamping a palm onto your mouth to keep from screaming bloody murder. It comes out as a muffled yelp instead and you quickly dash back out of sight, facing the cause of the spike in your heartrate. Emerald eyes sparkle in amusement. Yelan looks far too pleased with herself, a smirk on her pretty lips. She has you cornered just by proximity, one arm braced on the wall behind you, knowing full-well of your shy nature and taking advantage to render you completely helpless. She tilts her head when you look away to the ground in an effort to maintain eye-contact, and chuckles.
"Working off the clock? Or are you spying out of personal interest?"
"I — I'm not spying!"
She hums, clearly not believing you. Briefly, she looks around the corner to the target of your attention, and whistles appreciatingly. "Nice. She's hot."
"Yelan!"
As if your embarrassment of getting caught wasn't enough, your face only becomes more warm as you stumble through excuses. "I — I mean — That's not.."
She chuckles again and crosses her arms to give you a measure of personal space — far too little still, for your liking — and lets you flounder a little longer before speaking up again.
"Well, if you're not interested in her, perhaps I will go over and have a little chat," she teases, and you know she's teasing you, but you still can't help but frown. Then, you groan and bury your face in your hands.
"I'm doomed," you say quietly, and Yelan consolingly pats your head. "I can't even get my lunch with her in proximity, much less walk up to her and say hi."
Yelan suppresses the need to laugh at your antics, and steadies her voice to reply. "Yes, that is a problem. No wonder I've seen you inhale lotus crisps at an alarming rate lately."
You peek at her through your fingers. "I paid for them."
She gives a dismissive wave with her free hand. "Never mind that. Do you plan to just stare at her from a distance forever?"
"I hope not," you mumble before releasing your face and straightening a little. Yelan drops her hand from your head with the movement and watches you silently, though you're too busy hopelessly staring at the mountains behind her to pay her any mind. She fidgets some with a dice in her hand, and sighs dramatically.
"Oh, alright — I suppose I could spare an ounce of kindness and get a proper meal in you," she says — much to your surprise, as you blink blankly at her. The moment of surprise quickly passes as she flicks your forehead with her index finger. "But you'd better pull yourself together soon. Or I might just take her for myself."
The wink she follows that up with leaves you grumbling under your breath as she saunters off.
You must've picked up some cursed object the past few weeks because somehow, you've managed to run into Shenhe on three different occasions — all of which ended up with you, red-faced and darting out of sight before you could embarrass yourself. Not once did you have the courage to even greet her. It is how you learn of Wanmin Restaurant's delivery service; for a limited time a day, Shenhe isn't at the restaurant itself but out and about, carrying numerous containers with food as if they weigh nothing. You swear you've even seen her take a shortcut over the rooftops. So, with a desperate craving for a Flash-fried Fish, you head to the near-empty restaurant.
"Welcome to Wanmin, can I —"
Xiangling's eyes grow comically wide and she interrupts herself to scream your name at an inappropriate volume. Immediately, heat rises to your cheeks and you frantically look around as you try to shush her.
"Where have you been?!" Xiangling asks, lowering her voice by the smallest margin. She continues fussing over you despite your clear embarrassment. "You can't have been sick for that long! Did the soup not help? Maybe you needed something less salty — or, I should've thrown in more herbs. I can —"
"Xiangling!" You interrupt the girl before she can run off to the stove and sigh. "I'm fine — I'm sorry for not coming around earlier. Something just.."
There's no warning before the soft fabric brushes featherlight against your arm, and every single thought in your head vanishes. Every muscle in your body tenses; your jaw is locked in place mid-sentence before you manage to clamp it shut lest you catch any flies. It's one of Shenhe’s wing-like sleeves that brushes you for only the briefest moment as she sets down empty containers on the counter. Yet it tingles strangely where it had connected with your skin, and you doubt you could blame it on any adepti magic.
You can't really focus on how Xiangling greets her with a bright smile, taking the containers off the counter to be washed later. She says something — you can't hear over the rush of blood in your ears — then turns to grab another pile of containers, tied together with a sturdy ribbon. Quickly, you dare take a peek at the beauty beside you and your heartrate spikes through the roof when Shenhe is quietly watching you already. Those iridescent eyes could put you in a trance, if only you're capable of looking at her for more than a split second without going into cardiac arrest. Your gaze darts away just as quickly.
Shenhe leaves again after taking the containers from Xiangling, and you listen intently at her receding footsteps. You release the breath you didn't even realize you were holding, and Xiangling gives you one of the most perplexed looks ever — not that you see it, as you're stuck staring at the wooden surface of the counter.
"What's up with you?" She asks. Giving up on decorum, you drop yourself onto your arms on the counter and groan. "Woah, hey! Are you alright?"
"Noooo," you whine. "She's so pretty..."
"Huh?" Xiangling blinks. "Oh. Ooohh!!"
When she starts giggling, you realize what just happened and — honestly, the blushing may just be a permanent feature on your face now. You right yourself and grimace.
"Don't worry, don't worry!" Xiangling says between giggles, gesturing deniably with her hands. "Your secret's safe with me! Customer-Chef confidentiality."
You should've worried. Not about Xiangling blabbing out your secret — she's a chef of her word, after all. No, you should've worried about her butting into your personal affairs.
Your heart pretty much stops when you see the woman who has taken over your thoughts step through the doors of Yansheng Teahouse, exactly two minutes before your lunch break. You've half a mind to dive onto the ground and hide behind the counter before she sees you, but Shenhe is far too efficient a worker and she spots you before you've got a chance to entertain the idea. She walks briskly towards you, carrying one of Wanmin's delivery containers in one hand, and you freeze like a Hydro slime in a field of Cryo Flowers — did that even make sense?
“I have a delivery for —” Shenhe quickly checks the note on the container, and your breath hitches when she says your name — “from Wanmin Restaurant.”
She looks at you expectantly. In an instant, time seems to rush back into a normal pace and your eyes dart down to avoid hers. It takes all your focus — brow furrowing in concentration and jaw clenching tensely — to remember how to do social things. Damn it, open your mouth and say thank you!
"T-thanks," you murmur. It's all you manage, heart thumping like an angry rabbit in your chest. Shenhe doesn't leave right away, leaving you to fumble to grab the note with shaking fingers. A little gift from the chef, it says in Xiangling’s hurried scrawl. There's even a little winky-face and a heart drawn on it. You swallow, even though your throat is dry. “T-tell her, I said.. thanks.”
The amount of effort it takes to drag the words from your tongue is ridiculous, and you only briefly look up to see Shenhe nod before she walks off again. It's only when she's left the building that you notice you've been holding your breath, and release the tension in your shoulders with a sigh.
“Oh, you are doomed,” you hear Yelan say behind you. Yes. Yes, you are.
They say the third time's the charm! Well, in your case, it's more like the thirtieth — but still. You've been trying to work up the courage to walk up to Shenhe and say hello all week, to the point where one might say you're borderline stalking her. Okay, you're not — it just so happens you work near each other and you have a glimpse of her quite a few times a day. But every time she so much as looks in your direction, you chicken out! And you work for Yelan — Rex Lapis knows how many times you've heard whimpering coming out of that interrogation room of hers. Asking out the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen in your life should not be that scary to you.
You're leaning against a railing and looking out to the horizon, the ocean’s waves calm and the sky grows darker in twilight. The sun sets behind you, beyond Mt. Tianheng, and you can't help but let out a sigh. Another day has passed without progress. The sound of footsteps is lost to the waves until it's nearly beside you — someone clears their throat.
“Hello.”
Your relaxed demeanor shatters in an instant in recognition of that voice, and you turn —
“Don't run again,” Shenhe says, quickly reaching out a hand as if to physically stop you — your breath hitches at the thought of her touch — but she doesn't move closer. Her even tone makes it sound like a warning, a command. Even with the open space around you, and the space between the two of you, you feel pinned just by her presence. The way the sunset colours the sky behind her, her white hair faintly aglow with a mix of orange and pink. It's as if she stepped right out of a painting.
“I’m not going to harm you,” Shenhe continues after it's clear you're not fleeing the scene, though possibly unaware of the reason why. “I know many people think I look rather intimidating, and I usually don't mind. But you're a friend of Xiangling, so I’d rather you're not one of them.”
It takes a second longer than normal to process her words, but then it's as if the entire world comes to a stop. “Huh?”
“I've seen you turn tail and run whenever I'm around,” Shenhe explains, completely glossing over the embarrassment you feel — the way your face burns hot and must look extremely red — at being caught for such a childish thing. “There's no need for that.”
“O-oh, I..”
“Is my word not enough?” Shenhe interrupts unintentionally. She likely doesn't realize how you're stammering over your words, thoughts seemingly in a race with your heartbeat. “You still seem uncomfortable.”
She's glancing down at your hands, fidgeting with the ends of your sleeves nervously. Besides, you've hardly made any eye-contact with her since it's causing your entire soul to nearly vacate your body whenever you look at her eyes. Archons, this is ridiculous.
You take a deep, deep breath to calm yourself — even closing your eyes for a brief moment. Shenhe thinks you're scared of her, and it couldn't be further from the truth. No more running; it's now, or never.
“I'm not afraid of you,” you manage in a single exhale, the words quick but firm. You see confusion on Shenhe's face through the furrow of her brow — it almost seems like she's scowling at you, but you know through the grapevine she doesn't express herself very well. You struggle in that aspect as well, now that you think about it.
Shenhe actually tilts her head in question. “Then, why —”
“I, uhh..” You quickly try to interrupt her before she could bring up the whole running away like a scared chicken thing, hands waving frantically to cut her off. It's rude, yes but you really can't afford to blush more than you already are, or your head may actually explode. “It's like.. still intimidated, I guess.. but — but in a good way!”
“A good way,” Shenhe echoes.
“Yes.” There's a bit of a relief in getting that out of your system, even if it doesn't explain your behavior to her at all. “It's kind of.. difficult to explain, but .. well, I wanted to properly meet you so badly, I kind of started overthinking it..”
You should probably keep the whole concept of a crush and liking people aside for now; you're not even sure you know how to explain that, and it may actually kill you if you try.
“What is there to overthink in meeting someone?”
“Um.. a lot, actually..”
You start listing things: “What if you stutter or trip over your words? Or, what if you say the wrong thing? What if you're not making a good impression, what if they don't like you?”
Then you realize Shenhe is staring at you somewhat dumbfounded, and you nervously laugh, head ducked down to hide from her gaze. “Just, things like that.”
Shenhe hums. “Perhaps you shouldn't focus on things beyond your control. Master says a simple introduction is sufficient enough, and if desired, a question could be introduced to continue the conversation.”
You look up at her. In a sudden, unexpected burst of confidence, you smile and straighten up once more. “In that case,” you start, bowing as you introduce yourself. “It's nice to officially meet you, Shenhe.”
Okay, join the self-indulgence that is Imagination with me, and picture the following:
For any particular reason, the Ladies of Liyue (aka Shenhe, Yelan, Ningguang and Beidou) seem to be very keen on keeping you safe at all times.
Whether this resulted from the Tianquan's orders of keeping an eye out to ensure no one goes after you specifically to hurt her, or perhaps Beidou started it by asking Ningguang to make sure nothing happens to you while she's out on voyages. Maybe Shenhe saved you once or twice from dangerous situations, and is thus convinced you're someone who needs constant protection. Or Yelan uncovered a group of criminals intent on harming you, but you're not aware and she'd like to keep it that way.
However it came to be, one of them is always close-by, if not in your company. The Millelith know who you are, and the entire Crux Fleet regard you as one of them; an unknown number of secret agents have your features memorized.
They give you space and privacy, obviously. Ningguang knows better than to try and keep you at her Jade Chamber, and Yelan tells whoever keeps the vigil of your home to never enter the premises. Beidou doesn't try and convince you to go with her more than once, and even Shenhe — possibly the most overprotective of them all — won't object if you ask to be alone.
What do you think? Is it nice to know these women are looking out for you? That they'll be there in an instant, should you need them? Or is it stifling, suffocating perhaps, to know you're never truly alone?
Reader is implied to have medical knowledge/works at Bubu Pharmacy. Also, Yelan is a flirty little shit.
A/N: Wrote this when I did those "caring for Beidou/Ningguang" requests.
"You do realize I could just as easily dry myself with my Vision, right?"
Yelan sits at the edge of the tub in her favorite blue robe; freshly bathed and smelling of the orchids in her shampoo. You're at her side, gently patting wet strands of dark cobalt hair dry with a towel. An incense burns near the sink, releasing a calming scent in the air that mixes with the orchids. The relaxed atmosphere along with your repeated motions has you staring without focus, and you hum absent-mindedly in reply.
Yet, when Yelan starts to raise her hand, you don't miss the glow from the corner of your eye — her Vision near the sink — and you swiftly catch her wrist in motion. Before she can continue and retaliate, you lean down to distract her with a kiss.
She yelps against your lips — not a squeak, Yelan does not squeak — but then tries to chase you when you back away again.
"Don't you dare," you scold, releasing her wrist to tap her nose once. With the gesture, it lacks a certain bite to be all too serious, and she actually fakes a pout at you. Still, she doesn't bother to try and hide the glimmer of mirth in her emerald eyes. You know from experience she enjoys testing your limits; to see how far she can take her reckless nature until your patience snaps.
But, then Yelan turns her head to let you continue; it seems she's in a merciful mood today. As she should be, after the amount of effort you'd put into stitching her unraveling body together the past hour — literally AND figuratively. That's how long it had taken to scrub the gunk of the Chasm off her, to clean the numerous new wounds and bruises marking her skin.
She's lucky you're used to it by now, used to all of it, even her odd enjoyment of the sharp pains of treatment. Years ago, when Baizhu asked to assist her in his stead, you raised an eyebrow at the woman; smiling, bleeding through her makeshift bandages and most puzzling of all, asking for no sedatives. She told you about her clumsy fall: Then of her little kitchen mishap the next time she showed up needing stitches. Lying through her teeth, obviously. But it's not your job to judge your patients. After a while, she stopped going to the Pharmacy and headed straight to you, instead. It's easier, she said. You'd let her crash on your couch for the night, right?
Your couch turned into your bed, and here you are; drying the woman's hair as if she's a goddess to be worshipped. Your goddess, to be precise. And she knows it.
"Haven't you spoiled me enough?" Yelan asks once you’ve deemed her hair dry enough to apply some rehydrating oils — washing it thrice to get it clean wasn't super healthy, and you hope the oil negates that. She tilts her head back to look at you, those short, dark blue tresses escaping your loose grasp. You snort. Now that's a trick question. Another wave of fondness washes over you, and you lean in to press another kiss on her wet hair.
"Never enough, love."
She hums. After wiping the residual oil onto a towel, you offer your hand to help her stand and guide her to the bedroom. Rather than offer her any clothes, you gesture for her to get on the bed and search the nightstand for a bottle of body lotion.
"Oh? Are we going to have some fun?" Yelan asks, in that low, sultry voice that never fails to send a shudder down your spine. Bottle in hand, you throw the nightstand's door closed and look at her. Her robe is half undone, barely covering her chest as she sits on the bed with her bare legs folded beneath herself. She even has the gall to bite her lower lip — complete with a coquettish smile — and you almost abandon your plan and give in. Almost.
But there's a certain exhaustion in her half-lidded gaze you cannot ignore.
You shake your head, then the bottle at her and point at the bed. "Lay your ass down and get your mind out of the gutter," you say in the most commanding voice you can, even though there's a slight tremble in it due to the beautiful sight. She obviously notices and chuckles, but does as you say. The bed dips a bit under your weight as you settle down, and carefully help her remove her robe.
Yelan lays on her stomach, arms folded and supporting her head as she watches you silently. Her cheek is squished against her forearm, but that doesn't stop the subtle smirk on her lips. She only stops staring at you once you give her a look, and she rolls her eyes.
“Spoilsport,” she says, grumbles into the crook of her elbow as she burrows her face into her arms instead. You hum, lotion warmed between your hands, and start the process of unwinding the tense muscles of her shoulders.
As you make your way down the length of her spine — avoiding the blooming bruise at the top of her hip — the exhaustion finally catches up to her. Beneath the touch of your hands, and within the safety of your presence, Yelan falls into a restful sleep.
