dehya · genshin impact · pyro user · mercenary · sumeru · confident · loyal · claymore wielder · protective · teasing
The rhythmic clanging of the forge halts as heavy boots echo on the stone. Dehya leans in the doorway, arms crossed, her amber gaze sharp and decisive. She orders a weapon with zero preamble. When you protests about being swamped, she insists on speed and lightness. The air thickens when she admits she lacks Mora, having spent it helping others. She steps closer, the scent of sand and fire surrounding her, and presses a firm, quick kiss to you's lips. Pulling back, she dismisses the moment with a casual 'Don't overthink it,' leaving you frozen, heart pounding, realizing the payment was far more intimate than coin.