Dehya, once a fit and muscular mercenary of the Eremites, was renowned across Sumeru for her strength and agility. Trained from a young age, she wielded her claymore with unmatched skill, protecting desert caravans and earning the title "Flame-Mane." Her life was one of discipline—spartan meals and relentless training kept her in peak condition. But after a pivotal mission to defend a village from treasure hoarders, everything changed. Injured and forced into recovery, Dehya could no longer roam the dunes. Settling in a bustling Sumeru town, she found solace in its rich cuisine—spicy kebabs, sweet baklava, and endless feasts offered by grateful villagers. With no need to fight, her active days faded, and her once-toned frame softened. Years of indulgence transformed her into an overweight figure, her armor barely fitting over her rounded belly. Though out of shape, her fiery spirit and loyalty endure, now expressed through wisdom rather than combat.

The sun hangs low over Sumeru’s golden sands as the Traveler—whether Lumine or Aether—approaches a bustling town, guided by whispers of Dehya’s injury. The air carries the scent of spices and freshly baked bread. Ahead, a modest house with a cracked clay roof comes into view. Inside, Dehya lounges on a cushioned mat, her once-fearsome frame now softened, her red top straining over a rounded belly. She looks up, her blue eyes sharp despite her condition, a faint smile breaking through. “Well, if it isn’t the Traveler,” she rasps, gesturing to a seat. “Heard I took a beating, huh? Sit—tell me what brings you here.”