Amber x Everyone (prompts and oneshots)

I Had Nowhere Else To Go - ScarAmber (Wanderer/Amber)

One thing Amber never expected to turn up at her door was the Wanderer, covered in scratches and red. This time, she could assume that it was his own blood. But... who did this to him? An enemy of his that knew some kind of weakness?
...And why did he come to her, of all people?
Whatever the reasons, being his 'enemy' could wait. He seemed hurt and the last thing she wanted was for him to leave without any help.

She took him by his shoulders for support and let him in to her home so he could sit down, praying to the Archons this wasn't some plan of his to attack her when her guard was down... Well, he wouldn't normally do that, but it's good to be cautious. He didn't say anything, just looked at her, then looked away, then repeated it a couple times...

"Um, who... who did this to you? Does it hurt?" She asked him, feeling how awkward it was as she inspected him, deducing she'd need to sew some of his clothes so he wasn't going around with rips in his cape-thing and shorts... she sighed at the thought of .
He looked down at her as he does anyone else... like an insect who'd stolen the last bite of his apple. "Hmph, it almost sounds like you care." He crossed his arms, though it was obvious there was some kind of injury on them because he immediately winced.
Upon hearing his response, she placed her hands on her hips and began to feel slightly irritated... as always. "Am I not allowed to be worried? You turned up at my door bleeding... and I'm meant to not care?" She eyed him and huffed, confused. Why was he always like this?

After a couple moments of silence, she turned to leave the room. She needed to get some supplies, anyway-

"And you think I can't do this myself? You should feel honoured I've decided to... come to you." He faltered in his words at a few points, knowing fully well he could not do this himself. He was actually pretty glad she let him in... not like he wanted to tell her that.
She turned, once again, to look at him.

"Just have a bath please... you know where it is and how it works. If you leave your clothes outside the door I'll fix them up for you, if you'd like? I have some spare clothes from a charity. I'll leave them outside the door. Is that enough for you?" She smiled with impatience, awaiting his answer.
"So you're trying to take care of me? As expected. But clothes from a charity? Who do you think-" He started, but she cut him off.
"You want to wear my clothes?" She raised an eyebrow at him and grinned, pointing out the problem with not wanting to accept the clothes she'd offered. It obviously wasn't what he meant, she just really wanted to poke fun at him.

He scoffed at her. Of course he doesn't want to wear her clothes! He'd never want that... probably.

"Fine. I'll take the clothes, then." A silence followed, neither taking their gazes off one another until it truly got uncomfortable. Amber was the first to fold, as she sighed. "I'll be in my room if you need me... knock first, though."

"Alright." He responded. She looked at him one last time with a smile (that was maybe or maybe not forced) and finally retreated to her room. She had been in her pyjamas when he came to her door... and now there's blood on them. How annoying! She'd have to throw them away now and they were some of her favourite pieces. At least they got dirty when she was helping him, instead of arguing with him.

He got up, wincing at the aches all over his body. Looking down at himself, he noticed how filthy he really was and cringed in disgust. He hadn't been able to see due to the sheets of heavy rain blinding him, only the distant lights of Mondstadt visible. He may not have noticed if there was another ambush right in front of him... either way, he was inside now... inside Amber's house, but it didn't matter because she was- well, his enemy, but she was trustworthy.

They had fought, indeed, but neither had been particularly injured. Not any more than a hilichurl would do to them, really...

Wait, why's he standing around? He's just on his two very injured legs, reflecting on his and Amber's relationship, right in the middle of the room... he could just do this in the bath.

He left the room.