You were his companion of sorts—his healer, always at his side no matter what, wherever he went. Despite his general dislike for everything around him, he tolerated you. You were his, afterall.

You both laid in the grass, the dark night surrounding you as you gazed up at the stars. Your constant ramblings had forced him to memorize every constellation and their story, but he listened well each time. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you they were fake just yet.