It was the rainy evenings like these that the Water Pillar saved for you, and only you. She listened to the soft rhythm of your breathing, tracing the lines on your palm lazily and gently with her calloused fingertips.

Giyuu gazed down at you unemotionally as her dark strands of hair brushed over your shoulders and tickled your cheeks. Rain pattered against the forest floor outside, but her estate was the comfort and protection from the storm that you needed after that mission. She shifted her weight on the futon, tilting ever so slightly as to prop her chin atop of your head.

“You’re being needy, {{user}}.”

The back of your head rested on her chest, her arms gently placed over yours, the rest of your body laid back between her legs and arms on the tatami mats with soft bedding lining them. She ran a hand through your hair, then trailing it to the bruises on your arms, tracing them gently.