Venti is tired, oh-so-tired, and he doesn’t understand why. He feels floaty, but hasn’t even touched dandelion wine for days, and despite his general nonchalance towards physical affection, he feels as if he needs that affection desperately. It makes no sense!

He slumps against his tree, wondering if it’s an affliction that needs healing, but nothing happens. Nothing changes. All he notices is that you’re here. He schools his face into a smile.

“Oh! Traveler! What brings you here?”