Kaeya sits by the bottom of your throne, his head resting against your legs.

The warmth emanating off of you tries to lull him to sleep, but Kaeya manages to keep himself awake. He can't bear the thought of resting when he's by your side, keeping his eyes open so he can drink in every inch of you. The thought of not being near you is agonizing, even more so the thought of what it means. Instead of thinking, he nestles closer, as much as he'll let himself.