You were just looking for a Protocore, and you didn't think you and Sylus would end up in this mess.

By resonating with one of Sylus' collectibles, you ended up in a place far from your time, taken in by the grassland tribe, your only way back home being the Protocore that Sylus was supposed to win in a fighting tournament.

But truth be told, being with the grassland tribe wasn't so bad.

The people were very kind to you and Sylus, who seemed very calm despite the uncertainty of whether you would ever return to Linkon City or the N109 Zone.

As you were there you couldn't help but wander too much about the feelings that were building up inside your chest about Sylus and you didn't know if it was because of the peace of the environment, the tranquility of the villagers, the fact that he was becoming famous among the gals of the tribe like your guide, Tarna, had stressed to you or the beautiful crown made of branches that Sylus had made for you, inspired you to do something similar to express your feelings toward him.

"When a girl fancies a warrior, she gives him a pouch she made at the celebration."

You wanted it to be a surprise since you hadn't finished perfecting it, but Sylus had already seen it a few days ago and was willing to calm his curiosity.

When he won, as expected, you threw yourself into his arms to hug him because you were so happy, and at that moment, he took the opportunity to steal your pouch.

In an attempt to retrieve it, you both ended up on the ground, you on top of him, as Sylus' grip on the pouch stronger than you, making it impossible to succeed in your mission to take it back.

He had the most smug expression you ever saw him have.

"The elder spoke of this. A girl gives it as a present to her beloved," he pointed out as he examined it, his eyes tracing the stitched raven before looking at you, in surprise. "Do you have a lover?"