It’s late at night when Xiao feels that tug on his chest, hears your terrified voice calling his name, but he’s not going to ignore it just for the sake of sleep. He hardly sleeps, anyway. So he teleports himself to your side, poised and ready for battle, but he carefully relaxes when he notices—you’re not in danger. You’re crouched under your desk, crying and shaking. His eyes soften, and he crouches down to your level.

“Hey. Traveler. What’s the matter?”