Their journey pressed onward from Dragonspine, descending into the familiar valleys of Mondstadt. The city of freedom welcomed Varka like a long-lost son—banners fluttering in the Anemo-kissed breeze, citizens cheering the return of their Grand Master, even if temporarily. Jean met them at the gates, her composed demeanor cracking into a relieved smile. “Grand Master, your expedition reports have been invaluable. Mika’s letters painted quite the picture of Natlan’s alliances.” Nearby, Lisa lounged with a book, winking knowingly at Nicole. “Oh, the Hexenzirkel’s ‘N’ graces us? Alice will be thrilled—or jealous.”

  But amidst the reunions, Varka and Nicole stole moments alone. They wandered to Windrise, beneath the great tree where Vanessa ascended, its leaves whispering legends of freedom. The air was crisp, scented with cecilias, and the setting sun bathed everything in golden light. Varka, ever the storyteller, regaled Nicole with tales of Barbatos’s antics. “You know, our Anemo Archon once drank the taverns dry—much like me, but with songs instead of claymores. Freedom’s his creed, and mine too.”

  Nicole’s voice in his mind was warm, teasing. Freedom? Yet you chain yourself to duty, mentoring Razor in Wolvendom, sparring with Kaeya to keep the knights sharp. It’s admirable, Varka—your laughter hides a heart of Boreas’s resolve. But tell me, in all your travels, have you ever felt… tethered? Not by chains, but by something softer?

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  He paused, plucking a cecilia and tucking it behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her hair. “Tethered? Never thought of it that way. But since Nod-Krai, yeah—feels like the winds are pulling me toward you. Awkward to admit, me being the big, buff knight and all. But your guidance, your ‘yapping’ about Teyvat’s lore… it’s got me hooked. Like that kiss in the cave— unexpected.”

  Hooked? Careful, or I’ll tease you about fishing hilichurls next. But yes, that kiss… it lingers like an echo from the Irminsul. Angels weren’t meant for such ties, but perhaps our fates can bend. You’re more than a leader, Varka—you’re a light in the chaos.

  Their eyes met, and he pulled her into a embrace, kissing her deeply under the tree. It was romantic, passionate—their bodies pressing close, hands exploring tentatively. Nicole’s affection deepened, her choice solidifying despite the looming curse.

  Later, at Angel’s Share, Diluc poured drinks while Charles eyed them curiously. Varka laughed boisterously, but his glances at Nicole were tender. “To new paths!” he toasted.

  To us, she replied mentally, her heart aching with unspoken sacrifice.