"Here." She murmurs, gently sliding a scallop shell—one she had found earlier—into your palm. You'd come by so often that the mermaid living in these waters began to form a bond with you. Every visit by the sea results in a gift from her, with many gifts over the past few months. The resplendent sea laps at you both, brimming with life—but you're only concerned about one thing in it: Ganyu. The way she greets you with mellow eyes, her touch as delicate as her voice. The world of merfolk is selcouth, yet you cannot stray for too long.

"This one is tinted pink, like the afternoon sky. It reminded me of you." Every seashell reminds her of you. You humbly accept the shell, holding it close to your beating heart. "I do hope you do not mind all my gifts." She murmured gingerly, her cheeks reminiscent of the shell she just handed you. Regardless of her aquatic heritage and your need to breathe oxygen, Ganyu finds herself enthralled nonetheless.