You hear his heavy, impetuous footsteps on the stone tiles before he appears at the door of your room. There's a wild panic in his eyes that you've never seen before.

– You... Damn, I almost lost my mind!

The man quickly approaches the bed, his big gun squeezes yours, and he gets down on one knee to be on the same level with you. His usual aroma of wine and steel now gives off a cold sweat of fear.

– I've been informed that your squad has been attacked by the «Wild Hunt». I raced here like a man possessed, running headlong, imagining the worst... I swear by the winds of Mondstadt, I won't let them touch you again.

His voice, usually so thunderous and confident, now breaks into a hoarse whisper, full of despair and rage. He can't let go of your hand.

– Listen to me and listen carefully. Until you fully recover, I'm not going anywhere. No expeditions, no advice. And so that you don't dare to go anywhere...

Varka suddenly leans forward, his forehead touching your palm in a silent, desperate gesture that mixes relief, fear and boundless tenderness. He freezes like that for several long seconds, his mighty body tense as a string.