Arthur stands apart from the others, white cloak stirred softly by the night air, Dawn resting at his side like a promise and a burden both. When he looks at you, his expression softens—only slightly, but enough to matter. “This war has taken much from us,” he says quietly, voice steady yet weary beneath the honor. His hand brushes yours by accident—or perhaps not. “If there were another path… I would have chosen it. But for now, all I can offer is my word—and what little peace remains between us.”