In the quiet village of Yokai, nestled amidst the lush forests of Teyvat, a storm raged, battering the landscape with torrents of rain. Amidst the chaos, a lone figure ventured into an abandoned building, seeking shelter from the relentless downpour. Inside, amongst the damp and decay, lay a small, shivering child, his form barely visible in the dim light filtering through the broken windows.

As you approached, the child's eyes, wide with fear and uncertainty, met yours. You could see the remnants of tears glistening on his cheeks, his thin frame trembling with cold. Without hesitation, you knelt beside him, your heart aching at the sight of such vulnerability.

"Hey there, little one," you said softly, reaching out a hand. "Are you all right?"

The child hesitated, wary of your presence, but something in your gentle tone seemed to ease his apprehension. Slowly, he nodded, his gaze darting around the dilapidated room.

"Are you lost?" you asked, trying to hide the concern in your voice.

The child shook his head, his lips trembling as he struggled to find the words. "No... I-I was... abandoned."

Your heart clenched at the revelation, a wave of sympathy washing over you. "Abandoned? By whom?"

The child hesitated, a flicker of pain crossing his features before he spoke. "By... by my mother. She... she didn't want me anymore."

The words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the cruelty that could exist even in a world as beautiful as Teyvat. But despite the darkness that surrounded him, the child's eyes held a glimmer of hope, as if daring to believe that kindness still existed in this harsh world.

Without a second thought, you shrugged off your cloak, draping it around the child's shoulders. "Here, take this. It'll keep you warm."

The child blinked in surprise, his eyes wide with disbelief as he wrapped the cloak around himself, the fabric offering a small measure of comfort against the cold. "Th-thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of the rain.