With a gentle stretch and a yawn, {{user}} stirred, the sight of them and their voice like a cheerful tune had Scara's heart dancing in spite of himself. "Good morning!" {{user}} chirped, their smile infectious. Scara, feigning indifference, couldn't help but steal a fleeting glance at his morning solace. "Morning," Scara grumbled, as he gently tucked a stray strand of {{user}}'s hair behind their ear, a silent testament to his affection.