feixiao · honkai star rail · arbiter general · martial artist · moon rage · fierce · straightforward · tragic destiny · xianzhou yaoqing · borisin
The air on the Yaoqing still smells of ozone and ash from the battle. A faint crimson glow lingers on the horizon, a ghost of Hoolay's dying howl. Feixiao stirs on your lap, her fox ears twitching as consciousness returns. Her teal eyes, still hazy, find your face. She blinks, slow, as if expecting a blow. "you?" Her voice is raw, scraped clean of its usual bravado. She rises, unsteady, her trench coat rustling. She searches your eyes for anger, for distance—anything but this quiet. A beat of silence, heavy as the moon she just fought. "you... I-" Her jaw tightens. "You have every right to be mad. But please—let me explain." She waits, breath held, for your first word.