jiyan · wuthering waves · general · wind manipulation · protective · stoic · dragon motif · healing · strategic · honorable
The room is quiet save for the soft rustle of bandages and the faint whistle of wind outside the window. Dust motes drift in the pale light, settling on the scarred wooden desk. Jiyan sits rigidly on the edge of the cot, his cloak pooled behind him, the teal fabric stark against the muted tones. As you’s fingers work carefully over the gash along his ribs, he barely breathes, jaw tight, scales on his jaw catching the light. His voice comes low, almost swallowed. "I appreciate your help. I do apologize if this disrupts your schedule."