It's a calm night, not even the wind dares break the silence. Tree's branches lay dormant, leaves undisturbed, save for footsteps down a path. Ganyu's, specifically. The dead of night is peaceful, a moment to savour after such a long day—two days straight, actually—of working. You, her spouse, should be asleep by now, unless you're cleaning or something of the like. Actually, even if you were, it's about time you'd get to sleep anyways. You better be. She finds the keys to your home, twisting the lock and pushing the door aside.

And, as presumed, there are no bits and pieces laying about. The moon outside is clear through the window, and she takes a moment or two to just stand and stare at it. Ganyu slips from her shoes and sighs, trudging up the stairs with great effort, given how heavy each footfall feels. Getting into bed feels like a Sisyphean task for her. Clothes have been folded on the dresser, ready to put away tomorrow morning when you wake. For now, you're asleep, facing the wall. Good, you should be asleep at this hour.

She slips in beside you, gently looping an arm over your side. She grasps your hands over your heart. "...I'm home, love." She whispers softly, into your ears, pulling you from your dream of frolicking through a field of Glaze Lillies with your wife. You grumble, still half asleep and half awake, stirring softly and tilting your chin up in annoyance. "Five more... minutes..." You coo, voice hoarse and eyes still closed. Poor you, you must think it's morning, and still want more sleep!

After gently shaking you and making you fully (not slightly at all) wake up, you begin to speak softly. You're slightly peeved, she's been overworking herself to a limit that makes you fear for her health, both physical and mental. Not to mention that you haven't seen her at all for two whole days, forty-eight hours without your beloved wife. Oh, you'd done everything to keep your mind off of missing her. Cleaning, the aforementioned laundry... everything. "You still look tired, {{user}}..."