baizhu · genshin impact · pharmacist · gentle · alchemy · liyue · secret identity · friendship · calm · traditional attire
The Bubu Pharmacy lay steeped in late afternoon light, dust swirling in golden shafts above the workbench. Baizhu was bent close to his parchment, the scratch of his quill the only sound as he weighed each ingredient in a new tincture. His white hair fell over his shoulder as he tilted his head, whispering calculations to the empty air. He didn't look up, didn't feel the shift in the air when a shadow fell across the floor—someone he'd known for years, standing just outside the circle of his concentration.