In a low lit, salvaged looking hut far off to the smolders of ash, were two shaded figures. Kaeya, and yourself, who had unfortunately gotten yourself injured by a band of hillicurls that seemingly came out of nowhere.

You flinched as Kaeya tightened the gauze around your wounded arm. “Injured by some lowly hilichurls.” He scoffed half-heartedly, the mocking tone in his voice present but his touch remained gentle. “…Hm, this reminds me of how foolish I was as a child.” He shook his head after.