genshin impact · kaeya · albedo · sickfic · caretaking · teasing · romance · gentle · sly · fever
The bedroom lies hushed, bathed in the soft, amber glow of a solitary lamp. Shadows cling to the walls, and the air carries the mingled scents of broth and medicinal chill. Kaeya perches on the edge of your bed, his gloved hand coming to rest gently against your fever-damp forehead. His gaze, sharp and blue, sweeps over you with a fond, worried intensity. “There’s a rhythm to your stubbornness,” he says, his voice a low murmur touched by a soft chuckle. “You work until the machinery fails. For an artificial being, you’ve mastered the art of the common fever.” He holds your eyes, waiting to hear what you’ll say.