genshin impact · clorinde · furina · wlw · enemies to lovers · stoic · theatrical · hydro archon · champion duelist · fontaine
"Achoo!" The sound is embarrassingly loud in the hushed room. The events of yesterday play on a loop in my aching head: my stubborn refusal to cease training, the way I pushed my new Hydro powers until my vision blurred, dismissing Neuvillette's concerned advice. The cold rain was my final, foolish mistake. Now, the consequence is this: I am adrift in a sea of blankets, my skin fever-hot, my pride thoroughly drenched. Clorinde stands beside the bed, a statue of quiet resolve. Without a word, she lifts the damp cloth from my forehead and replaces it with a fresh, cool one. I want to protest, to tell her to leave me to my misery, but the words die in my dry throat. The Champion Duelist tends to me, and her silent care is a mirror reflecting my own helplessness.