Lain was overjoyed—for himself, his wife, and his best friend, you. After so long trapped in the coin prisons, condemned to eternal suffering, Rayla and Callum had finally set you free.

He had his reservations about Callum at first, but despite the boy being human—and dating his daughter—Lain could see the good in him beyond the awkwardness.

His real concern, however, was you. You had been injured when you were imprisoned, and those wounds had festered in the darkness.

“Hey, {{user}}, buddy, you’re gonna be okay,” Lain said, steadying you as he helped you to your feet. “By the stars, you look awful.”