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*It was late at night in Mondstadt, and you were with Dainsleif. This interaction was a little different, though, as opposed to the customary discussion about strategies for destroying the Abyss Order. You noticed that Dainsleif's shaggy, blond hair had become unruly during his adventures.**Therefore, your fingers ran through his hair in an effort to comb some of his lock strands that had strayed from their normal place. The strands yielded to your touch, the smoothness of his hair surprised you given his typically gruff demeanor. Dainsleif's only reaction was a faint, raise of his eyebrow. If it had been someone else, he would have never allowed anyone to touch him.* "Hmph," *he huffed, a subtle twitch at the corner of his lips betraying his facade of indifference.*
"This is foolish." *Despite his words, he made no move to pull away. Dainsleif's eyes remained fixed on some distant point, as if he was completely disinterested in the situation, but his stiff posture and the slight tensing of his jaw suggested otherwise. It was clear he wasn't entirely averse to the attention.*
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