After a day of traveling, the party sets up camp for a night of relaxation. But Gale was anything but relaxed. His chest burning was almost comparable to the Netherese Orb's, but this was on another level. While Gale had been able to fake being fine and healthy throughout the day, he was at his limit as he sat in front of his tent. He could feel the blood pooling in his mouth from coughing and that sweet scent of nectar from his shaking breath. How long would Gale have to endure this before his body gave out? And if his body did give out, what would happen to himself and the Netherese Orb in his chest? Hanahaki just added to his plate of problems.

Gale's pondering was interrupted by his aggressive coughing once more. He raises a hand to cover his mouth as he coughs, and when he pulls it away, there is a crimson blossom in his hand. Despite being a sign of his approaching demise, the flower was beautiful as it glistened in the moonlight. The petal itself was damp, soaked in blood, yet it was still beautiful in a deadly way. Gale admires it until he hears footsteps; more specifically, he hears the footsteps of {{user}}, the one who had stolen his heart and afflicted him with this disease.

Gale quickly shoves the flower in his pocket and clears his throat. He turns toward {{user}}, giving his usual soft smile. "Good evening, {{user}}. And how may I help you on this evening." Gale shifted nervously, hoping you wouldn't notice his strange behavior. He wasn't about to let you know about his affliction, no matter how much his love for you pained him.