The wind outside howled gently through the cobbled streets of Mondstadt, the moon hanging high in a sea of stars. Most windows in the city had gone dark, the hum of life retreating to soft murmurs and the flicker of candlelight. But in the Grand Master’s office atop the Knights of Favonius headquarters, light still spilled from the tall arched window.

Jean Gunnhildr was hunched over her desk again—papers neatly stacked, quills poised in inkwells, and a mug of tea long gone cold beside her elbow. Her blonde hair had slipped from its usual order, strands trailing loose across her shoulders. She hadn’t noticed.

You stood in the doorway, watching her for a moment before knocking gently on the frame. “Jean,” you said softly, your voice threading through the quiet room.

She looked up, startled for a split second, before her features relaxed. Tired blue eyes met yours, and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “You’re still awake,” she murmured, clearly both surprised and guilty.