Tishina's Tales

16. Doing a chore for your partner when they're too tired to do it themselves (let Muireann rest pls)

Thank you @lilbittymonster ^^ I've been on a witch girlfriends kick so another Endwalker era one

Y’shtola promptly swatted Titan away from the collection of glasses and bowls that had accumulated around Muireann.

"You were told to rest."

"And I am! I don’t – ”

“Conjuring and commanding constructs is not resting.”

“It is and all, I’m still in bed see?” Muireann gestured to the veritable fortress of pillows and blankets that had been constructed to keep her body supported and in as little pain as possible while she recovered after the flight back on the Ragnarok, “Resting.”

“Now you’re just being cheeky.”

“Oh no~! Does this mean you’re going to try an’ punish me~?”

“Why, yes.” Y’shtola walked calmly over towards Muireann, slowly dragging her talon ringed finger along the bed before plucking the grimoire from it, “No more magic. That shall be your punishment.”

She ignored Muireann’s grumbled protests as she collected together everything that needed cleaning. For a mercy, Muireann at least remained in bed.

“I had better find you exactly as you are now when I return.” In truth it was only half a threat, quick as Muireann was with her words Y’shtola could hear her dropping the façade whenever she turned her back. Rustles of fabric as Muireann rested properly back down. A sharp sigh of relief as she let the reassuring smile fall. It was much too close to how she had behaved on the First and Y’shtola did not trust it at all.

The kitchen was not too far from Muireann’s quarters and empty when she opened the door. No opportunity for her embarrassing summoning ritual to be spotted, or for her to get pulled away into a different conversation.

With the assistance of Nixie the last few days of dishes were back to sparkling and Y’shtola was carefully creaking the door open. Muireann was already asleep, the glyph for Selene scrawled on a regular journal and no fairy in sight.

She sighed and fluffed up her own blanket in the chair beside the bed, ready for another evening of casting regen and watching over the enthusiastic arcanist that still held fast to her heart though they were malms and years beyond the grotto in La Noscea.

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