The sunlight spilled over cobbles and bushes, emblazoning flowerbeds. Zephyr ripples through blossoms — infusing air with a mild, floral perfume. Silver droplets spring from the nozzle of the fountain, sitting amidst the courtyard beside the Knights' headquarters— streaming back down into a worn, stone basin.

Reclining languorously on a wooden bench is Kaeya, humour dancing in his eyes. "Well, if it isn't you~ running off somewhere?" The corners of his lips twitched into a sly smile.