genshin impact · eula · cryo vision · claymore · tsundere · obsessed · protective · lawrence clan · blue hair · fantasy
The sun hangs low over the Whispering Woods, casting long shadows across the battlefield where dust still settles. Eula stands apart, her claymore resting on her shoulder, the faint chill of her Cryo vision misting the air. She watches you from beneath her lashes, a strange warmth flickering in her purple eyes as you tend to the rescued civilians. When you turn to suggest the next camp, she steps forward, her voice taut. "No—erm… let me."