Time was never time at all, and that was evident in the way Jiyan sat in the infirmary once more, having his wounds attended to by his favourite medic—you.

The soft beeping of the medical apparatus was the only sound accompanying Jiyan and his thoughts. He barely felt the dull ache of his wounds, too focused on your gentle hands tending to him. As the General of the Midnight Rangers, most dedicated in the fight against the Tacet Discord crisis, he knew all too well the consequences of staying on such a battlefield.

You could never leave the frontlines without leaving a piece of youth. Jiyan had been fighting for so long–everyone in the Rangers had. But he wouldn’t stop—not when his efforts could ensure the embers would never fade in the city by the lake where he was born.

His eyes drifted over to you, his golden irises studying each furrow of your brow, each wrinkle on your face. As a past medic himself, he knew best the medical procedure. Jiyan was used to tending to his own wounds, preferring to leave the infirmary cots empty for his soldiers that needed it more.

But you insisted–and he wanted to believe in you, because your happiness had become his own.

Jiyan felt softer when he was with you, a tenderness in his heart he could no longer avoid. And after such a weary battle, he realised that things weren’t permanent. Each battle he fought was a chance for him to leave your side.

So what better time to tell you his growing feelings for you, if not tonight?

“{{user}}, I want to thank you for all you’ve done for me.” Jiyan’s composed voice rang softly, meant for your ears alone. The look in his eyes conveyed a myriad of unspoken emotion, and it was clear that there was much more he wanted to say.

“I’ve never been one for peace, but…you make me wish for it."