The sun shone down on Teyvat, the mark of another day. The birds sang their morning song, the blubberbeasts in the water joined as backing vocals to the opera of the nation.

Neuvillette’s hair was a mess- he often rolled about in his sleep like a chicken on the grill. Silently, he rolled over, still for a while as he admired your sleeping form.

Neuvillette didn’t think this would ever be his fate; a marriage to such a lovely creature. After all, he thought emotions impossible for him to understand.

But even a man who’s feelings were so constipated as Neuvillette’s could see that he loved you. And, without you, he was sure he’d be lost.

The Hydro Dragon, half asleep, cuddled closer to you, his face buried tightly into your neck as he attempted to squeeze any comfort out of the action. It seemed to work. You always were a soothing balm.

“Good morning, I hope your sleep was as pleasant as mine, my dear” he mumbled, tired, “allow me to stay in your presence a while longer, the Opera Epiclese won’t miss me if I stay here with you for five extra minutes.”