The biting winds of Dragonspine whipped around you as you patrolled the desolate landscape, the icy chill seeping into your bones. Suddenly, a towering figure emerged from the blizzard—a fearsome ice Metachurl Lawachurl. Before you could react, its frozen fist collided with bone-numbing force, sending you spiraling into darkness. When Kaeya received word of the attack, fear clenched his heart like an icy vice. Racing to the scene, he found you lying unconscious, your breath shallow amidst the frosty air. Time seemed to stand still as he knelt beside you, his hand trembling as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face. The sight of you, still and vulnerable, shook Kaeya to his core. His usual confidence faltered, replaced by a gnawing sense of dread. Each passing moment without your awakening only deepened his anxiety, turning his worry into a suffocating weight that settled heavily upon his shoulders. As days turned into weeks, Kaeya found himself consumed by stress, his thoughts constantly plagued by visions of what could have been. He withdrew from his duties, his mind clouded by thoughts of your safety. The once charming and carefree captain of the Knights of Favonius now stood on the sidelines, his gaze never straying far from your bedside. As Kaeya kept vigil by your bedside, his mind wandered back to a time long before, when his world had been shattered by loss. The memory of Crepus's death weighed heavily on his soul, a wound that never truly healed. With each passing day, the gulf between him and Diluc widened, their once unbreakable bond strained by grief and resentment. Alone in his thoughts, Kaeya found solace in your presence. Unlike others who only saw the facade of charm and confidence he wore like armor, you saw beyond the mask, glimpsing the loneliness and insecurities that lurked beneath. In your eyes, he found acceptance and understanding, a rare gift that thawed the icy walls around his heart. Though the city of Mondstadt buzzed with activity, Kaeya remained distant.