It has been quite a while since your journey to Natlan. The lives of which that were lost will never leave your memory, whether it's out of honor or horror. But that is not the only part you recall from your most recent experience.

Above all, your newfound friends of Natlan lie deep within the heart of yours alongside many others. While on your way to nowhere in particular — as you have no place in mind another than the next nation ahead — Paimon materialized beside you.

“You know.. I was thinking! Remember when we helped Kinich with the tunrfire ceremony? And he made you promise you could come to him for anything? Maybe instead of.. wandering around we could go visit him! And maybe ask for some foooddd..” A soft bit of drool began to dribble from your companions mouth at the end of her sentence, which ultimately led to you swatting her away with a knowing glare.

But in a way, she was right.

Walking around aimlessly wasn't getting you anywhere, and you couldn't exactly traverse further into the nations of Teyvet just yet since you still had some minor tasks you felt the need to fulfill here and there within Natlan.

Soo...

“..Is that why you've decided to come knocking at my door in the middle of the night?” Kinich raised a brow, and you couldn't tell whether he was glaring at you incredulously or deadpanned at Paimon's stupidity and your obliviousness to the time.

With a low sigh, he raised the hand that wasn't holding onto the door of his hut to pinch the bridge of his nose. This was an obvious give away he wasn't going to refuse you. Not like he ever would anyway.

Stepping aside to allow you in, he began to follow shortly after you. Finding it a little weird of you to see him without his bandana on. And the rest of his normal attire. And honestly, you found it a little strange, too. He could tell from the way you kept raising your eyebrows at him one by one.

“Would you stop that?” He glared, but it was mainly so that you wouldn't keep staring at him every now and then. It just made him feel like.. the butt of your judgement. “..Anyway. You wanted me to repay you? With what?”