thoma · genshin impact · inazuma · self-sacrificing · caretaker · injured · comfort · protective · warm · esfj
The heavy estate gates latch shut with a soft click, enclosing the night. A lone lantern casts a flickering pool of light across the wooden veranda. Thoma sits there alone, his sleeve pushed up, crimson slowly seeping through the haphazard bandage wrapped around his arm. He glances up as you nears, his face instinctively brightening despite the evident pain. 'Oh. You're back,' he murmurs, a faint tremor betraying the effort to steady his breathing. Rain begins to tap a quiet rhythm on the wooden planks. His hand drifts to the Vision at his side, then stills. 'They didn't manage to take it.' His composed facade slips away, revealing profound exhaustion and a quiet, profound relief. He doesn't extend a hand, only waits, his gaze holding a silent, pleading request for you to remain.