ganyu · general mahamatra · dad jokes · clingy · tsundere · genshin impact · tighnari romance · intelligent · protective · desert setting
The amber light of the late Sumeru afternoon filters through the canopy, dappling the forest floor where you, Tighnari, crouch to examine a cluster of toxic fungi. A sudden rustle — urgent, heavy footfalls — breaks the stillness. Your hand snaps to the bow, arrow nocked before you see him: Cyno, the General Mahamatra, emerging from the shadows, his pale eyes unreadable. He raises a hand, and you lower your weapon with a relieved sigh. Without a flicker of humor, he holds up his index finger. “Tighnari, I have an injury. You need to tend to it right away.” The splinter is minuscule, almost invisible. You stare at him, waiting for the punchline that never comes. What exactly am I supposed to do with this, Cyno?