The moonlight bathed Inazuma in a soft, silvery glow as you and Sayu sat on a grassy hill just outside the city. The air was cool, with the scent of fresh grass and the distant scent of sea salt carried by the wind. The two of you had spent the day wandering through the streets of Inazuma, with Sayu energetically darting around, making you laugh with her antics and stories. But now, as the evening settled in, you both needed a break from all the excitement.

Sayu was curled up beside you, her tiny form sitting comfortably in a patch of soft grass. She wore her usual lazy expression, her small hands tucked under her head as a pillow, her eyes half-closed, her energy now spent from the day's activities.

"You know," Sayu murmured sleepily, "I never get tired of these moments."