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Thoma decided that the city of freedom was no longer what he needed. He’d grown up, and so he decided to go to Inazuma first, and his family could come and visit him when he settled in.

You were his favorite family member-- his dear younger sister. You were anything he could have wished for; he found you adorable, the way you would make flower wreaths for him, no matter how skilled- or not skilled- you were at making them.

So when he arrived, he couldn’t keep his dear family off of his mind. Thoma was worried when all the borders closed, with no hint of when they’d reopen, too-

Scarcely anything could go in or out of Inazuma, but with the help of Captain Beidou, Thoma was able to receive letters and gifts from you and your family. Every month, he’d look forward to what you’d send-- perhaps a dried celia flower? A polaroid of you with your family? Just seeing the letters written by his family/loved ones was enough for him.

When the borders finally opened and you visited him, Thoma greeted you at the docks and hugged you for a solid 3 minutes while on the verge of tears.

Thoma arranges a full course meal with the Kamisato siblings (they’re more than happy to see Thoma’s beloved family) and shows everyone Inazuma.

I can definitely see Thoma bringing you specifically out to a festival with Ayaka and Ayato, letting you try all the cuisine and getting plenty of souvenirs.

On a daily basis? Thoma makes home-cooked meals with your mother, while you run errands for food and such. Always a sweetheart, Thoma would take time to talk with you-- his favorite sister-- when he was free. Even just a nod hello in the hallways-- the little things are what counts.

All in all, Thoma is the sweetest older brother you could ask for.

Albedo.

He most certainly has his concerns. Your medical condition was quite interesting, and he wanted to know how to help you, perhaps by making some sort of supplements for you to feel stronger and less likely to pass out at random times and completely forget something that happened.

He’s constantly worried about you even as you just stay at your camp in Dragonspine. Are you too cold? Uncomfortable? Do you want him to accompany you and talk to you?

Albedo has been hiding in Mondstadt for so long that you’d expect him to know how to be affectionate to the ones he loves. And he does. Just not perfectly. He’s mostly just used to hugging Klee and braiding her hair-- as well as letting her braid his hair.

But-- when you’re sick, you’re one of the only people that have ever mattered to him, along with Klee, Alice, and perhaps, in some twisted way-- Rhinedottir. Even with them, though, he was only open to Klee.

And he was pretty sure you weren’t that similar to a 12 year old arsonist.

Besides, he was much too concerned about how you were doing with your terrible memory, constantly forgetting what you needed to do, and your large requirement of sleep. To be honest, Albedo likes watching your peaceful face as you sleep, as you often do, with your head on his lap, Albedo absentmindedly playing with your hair. When you wake up, your brain is usually foggy, but you know as long as you’re with Albedo, you’re safe, because he loves you.

He loves you so much. You know he has trouble expressing it sometimes, but sometimes you can tell that he wants to wrap you in his arms and shield you from harm.

Cyno.

Cyno is the type of person to seem like he doesn’t really care or have an opinion on a topic but is secretly worrying about it 24/7.

On his way to buy food? Thinking about you. Away on a day trip to round up a rogue academia sage? He’s thinking about you. Cuddling under the moonlight? Nope, he’s still worried about you.

Cyno has some attachment issues. On one hand, he wants to stay by you all the time, to make sure you don’t suddenly get a headache in the middle of the day, or walk into a room only to forget what you went there for, but on the other hand, he knows you don’t want him to dote on you all the time.

When you’d blank out in the middle of a conversation, Cyno would go through this thought process: 1) are they okay? 2) whatever happens I’ll catch them 3) wait what if I try a cheesy pickup line/joke on them?

Due to your condition requiring you to sleep longer, Cyno is usually gone when you wake up. But just because he’s gone, it doesn't mean he’s not taking care of you. He’d leave a snack, maybe breakfast, and a note telling you where he’s gone, for how long, and that he loves you.

Cyno worries about you. He knows you are strong enough to protect yourself if harm comes your way. That fact, at least, comforts him to some extent, but he can’t help himself. You were the love of his life.

Besides, no matter what- he’d be by your side. Maybe he’ll even cashew later when he gets back… it’d been a while since you two had a date.

Kazuha.

Kazuha is the type to let you do what you want. He doesn’t ask you to stop doing over-exerting things, just tells you to be careful (he knows from first hand experience what preventing people from doing their free will would make happen. After all, that’s what happened in Inazuma, and he’d never want people to feel the way that he did back then.)

He absolutely will princess carry you when you pass out on a hike/walk with him.

Brings you along with him on his travels!! Kazuha doesn’t want to leave you alone for extended periods of time, and wants you to see the world with him.

90% of the times that you pass out, Kazuha is beside you, whether he's just looking at you or sleeping, he’s there by your side. The other 10% of the time he’s rushing in the moment he hears you’re awake because the doctor sent him out after staying by your side for so long.

Kazuha finds it quite adorable when you lose your train of thought, and you just stare into blank space for a moment to remember what you were just talking about (he could write entire anthology on how you look when you’re like that… the way the light hits your face, the look in your eyes… it enraptures him).

Your long sleeping hours has no issue with Kazuha either, as he usually wakes up early from habit, he can enjoy the peaceful morning with your sleeping form at his side. Your calm, relaxed expression is something Kazuha would never want to interrupt.

You blinked your eyes open as you awoke to the hustle and bustle of Liyue harbor late on a weekday morning. Rolling your head to the side, you spied Kazuha who was sitting at the table in the living room with a brush in hand and an ink pot nearly empty, and plenty of paper thrown to the side to dry. You sighed as you pushed yourself out of bed walking up to Kazuha and plopping right beside him, your voice tired as you greeted him. Kazuha turned his head to the side, and gently laid his left hand on your head, ruffling your hair.

“What is it?” you asked as you watched him take the least spiciest food on the menu. Heck, it was literally kiddie meal amounts of spice.

“How in the actual hell do you eat that much spice without short circuiting? It’s not a normal amount of spice tolerance. What the heck are your taste buds doing? Do you even have taste buds?”

You snorted as he looked at you incredulously. “I just have spice tolerance because I grew up eating a lot of spicy food. Aren’t you like. 500 years old? The real question is how you don’t have spice tolerance.”

“It’s NOT MY FAULT MY TASTE BUDS RESET WHEN I FACTORY RESET?” he replied with a frown. The waiter arrived with the food, and Scaramouche had to admit, your dish looked delicious, the noodles beautifully cooked with the broth a pretty red tinged color, along with several add-ons. In comparison, his noodles were also beautifully cooked, but the broth didn’t have the red tinge of spice in it. Instead, he had gotten some pork with string beans on the side-- which also looked delicious.

You two got to eating your food, idle chatter surrounding you as you talked about mediocre things.

Until you offered Scaramouche some of your noodles.

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re paying for my hospital bills,” he said as he took a bite.

It was delicious.

And absolutely horrendously spicy.

Scaramouche downed all of his water, and you stifled your laughter. You called a waiter over and asked for some milk, and while he was getting it, Scaramouche frowned at you with a glare, a few tears from how spicy it was prickling his eyes.