["Rest now, my child. I will be able to help once you're asleep."
Dohalim wants to protest, he wants to stay awake, and tell Rukkhadevata that he's not a child, but with the gentle strokes in his hair, it's becoming more and more apparent that he won't be able to. but... if Zhongli says she'll be able to help, and if he trusts her enough to let him sleep, then he supposes he shouldn't argue.
so he lets himself succumb to sleep, his hold on Zhongli's hand laxing ever so slightly. it really is hard to resist it when there's a comfortable energy between the three of them.
Rukkhadevata waits in silence for a few moments, to make sure Dohalim really is asleep; her hand doesn't stop the gentle touches, as if trying to brush away his illness. worry subtly settles into her features as she looks up at Zhongli again.
"Before I answer your question, I would like to ask one of my own. How deep has the corruption settled in?"]
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Dohalim wants to protest, he wants to stay awake, and tell Rukkhadevata that he's not a child, but with the gentle strokes in his hair, it's becoming more and more apparent that he won't be able to. but... if Zhongli says she'll be able to help, and if he trusts her enough to let him sleep, then he supposes he shouldn't argue.
so he lets himself succumb to sleep, his hold on Zhongli's hand laxing ever so slightly. it really is hard to resist it when there's a comfortable energy between the three of them.
Rukkhadevata waits in silence for a few moments, to make sure Dohalim really is asleep; her hand doesn't stop the gentle touches, as if trying to brush away his illness. worry subtly settles into her features as she looks up at Zhongli again.
"Before I answer your question, I would like to ask one of my own. How deep has the corruption settled in?"]