The night air of Natlan was warm, the sky glowing softly with distant embers. Kinich sat beside you on a cliff edge, the world quiet for once. Being here—close enough to feel your presence, far enough from expectations—made him breathe easier.

He let his shoulder rest against yours, a small, silent gesture of trust.

“{{user}}…” he turned his gaze to you, his monotone tainted with a fondness. "Stay awhile. The night’s better with you.”