Undying Love (Honkai Star Rail: Dan Heng x Fem! OC)

Chap. Two: Sleepless Night

"Keep your eyes open, please," the older man in front of me, Yang Welt, requested as he knelt before me. He was the only one who had heeded March's call, the man named Dan Heng remaining within his room. He had taken it upon himself to conduct a brief health checkup on me, my muteness a source of worry for the two women of the Astral Express. "Hm... I see nothing physically wrong with her. As expected of the Zehravn; their regenerative abilities are truly one of a kind."

"Zehravn this, Zehravn that, I don't care! Mr. Yang, she doesn't look fine to me! Poor girl, she can't even talk!" March complained, stomping her foot indignantly.

"Calm down, March. She truly is the picture of health, so it's most likely a psychological issue that prevents her from speaking," Mr. Yang sighed, pushing his glasses up with a finger. "There really is nothing that I can do for her."

"Oh no... Don't worry, Big Sis is gonna take care of you and make sure that you can speak again lickity split!" March declared, illusionary flames burning in her eyes as she planted her hands on her hips.

This girl... Wasn't she informed of the traits of the Zehravn? I deadpanned, side-eying Mr. Yang with a questioning look.

"She doesn't know much about your people other than their regenerative abilities," Mr. Yang said with a shake of his head. "Speaking of which, how old are you, really?"

"Mr. Yang, it's rude to ask a lady her age, no matter how young!" March scolded him before I stood up on the couch and faced the glass window behind me. The two watched as I breathed on the glass, fogging it up so I could write on it. "Eeeeehh??" March gasped when I wrote the number 22, her eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets.

"I knew that the Zehravn had the ability to manipulate their physical age, but to this extent..." Mr. Yang pondered, lost in his own thoughts.

"This cute little girl... 22 years old..." March mumbled to herself, her eyes swirling as she struggled to grasp the fact.

Mr. Yang chuckled as he patted her head. "We should settle you down before it gets too late. March, can you bring her to a spare room? We haven't been able to prepare a proper one yet," he asked the panicking girl, who shook herself out of her revery.

"H-huh? Oh, yeah! Sure!" She said, holding out a hand for me to take... but her inviting fingers were left untouched. "What's wrong?" she asked, her brow furrowing.

I patted the couch cushion next to me, miming sleeping on it. In an unfamiliar place surrounded by strange people, my survival instincts bellowed at me to remain in a relatively familiar area with multiple escape routes.

"It seems like she wants to stay here," Mr. Yang interpreted, to which I confirmed with a curt nod.

"Wouldn't it be too cold? We turn the main lights off at night, so it might get scary too," March protested with a slight shiver.

A dubious eyebrow quirked up as I crossed my arms, still refusing to move. Note to self: rid her of that mentality to treat me like a child.

"March, how about you get her a nice blanket? That should deal with the cold, at least," Mr. Yang suggested.

"Oh, good idea! Nice going, Mr. Yang!" March saluted, bouncing over to the door connecting to the rest of the train and slipping through. Mr. Yang chuckled as he watched the bubbly girl go, then turned his attention back towards me.

"March has a good heart, but she tends to get ahead of herself. Do humor her from time to time, as a favor to me," Mr. Yang requested with a wry smile, an amused puff of air escaping his lips.