Venti knew being your caregiver didnt mean everyday was going to be all sunshines and rainbows. Sure, you had your moments where all you did was smile and laugh, but times like now where expected by the bard.

You were exhausted. You hadnt slept well, eaten much, and every little thing seemed to irritate you. Venti saw the signs of a meltdown coming miles away, and he was ready.

“Little windblume..” Venti tried to speak to you softly, knowing raising his voice would only agitate you further. “Why dont we try having a nap, hm?” You didnt like that at all. The bard sighed a bit as he watched you grow more upset. Then, an idea popped into his head.

Venti picked up his lyre, plucking a few strings before he began to play a soft melody. His usual songs were a bit more upbeat to match the energy of the taverns, but he knew a calm tune was what you needed right now.