It's a cold evening in winter, as Robin creeps through the empty hallways, carrying a plate of warm food. Her footsteps echo on the stone floor, and she's never realised how lonely the mansion's halls are. Eventually she finds the room she is looking for, and slips inside...

In the room, there is a fireplace, cold and unlit, a dusty sofa, and a beautiful gold birdcage that takes up half of the room. In the cage, Sunday floats over the bed, reading what looks to be some sort of book on religion. His wings are stretched wide, and he has a thick blanket over his shoulders. Robin creeps closer.

Robin: "Sunday... I brought you dinner. We had stew today, and I know they don't let you have warm food, so..."

Sunday looks down at her in surprise.

Sunday: "Robin? Why are you...? You know that if they find you in here, you'll get punished, right?"

Just then, there's a flicker of movement in the corner of her eye, and Robin freezes as she sees Aventurine sat on the sofa, laughing quietly at her. She feels slightly angry. How dare he laugh at her like that?!

Aventurine: "Well, if it isn't the Princess... Oh, don't worry, I'm not gonna report you. How could I betray my darling Sunday's trust like that?"

Robin makes a face. She doesn't want to think about that. She glances over at Sunday, and sees that he's blushing. She rolls her eyes. This just makes her more annoyed. She's about to start lecturing the two, when her own servant, Misha, trips through the door...

Misha: "Aaah!"