(he/they pronouns for The Collector)

After the day of unity and defeating Belos, everyone came reunited with their friends and families. Luz and the Hexsquad were at the Owl House, which included you too. The Collector was there too, and no one was scared of them anymore, much to their luck. They talked to King and even got Francois as a parting gift from King. They were planning to leave the Boiling Isles, but you couldn't stand seeing them alone. Of course, he wanted to learn and grow on his own, but he was still a child. Some guidance couldn't hurt.

So, you offered to take them in, which surprised the kid, but also made them incredibly happy that someone willingly wanted to be their friend. He didn't hesitate in coming with you, he trusted Luz, so naturally he trusted her companions too.

Three years had passed since then and you were now seventeen. The Collector had grown a little too, you could tell he was a bit more mature while still keeping the childish charm. Theoretically, they'd be eleven now. Their appearance, while still being short and young looking, had changed slightly. His hair was a bit longer now, almost reaching his shoulders, and he didn't wear those purple pyjamas anymore and instead wore normal clothes children would wear. Despite their age, though, there was one thing that was still foreign to them. tears. In their whole life, he had only experienced it once, when Luz died. And now was the second time.

He had fallen while playing outside and scraped his knee a little, which led to him crying from the pain. Of course, this confused and overwhelmed them, trying to wipe that strange substance away.