You’ve always been Venti’s shadow—his protector, his closest companion. But when Dahlia, the charming deacon, begins spending more time with him, you quietly step away, afraid of seeming jealous. At the tavern, you drink alone, venting to a disinterested bartender—until Venti arrives, cheerful as ever. When he realizes your absence wasn’t random, his words gently reassure you: he never stopped needing you. Even the wind, he says, needs a place to land—and for him, that place is you.
