“Do you like that one, Little Rabbit?” Gilbert lightly holds onto your hand as you trace along the braille on the book he had brought just for you.

The book is an Obsidianite classic novel, something you haven’t gotten your hands on because of the limited braille-translated books in the continent and because of the ban on Obsidian’s goods in Rhodolite.

His cold hand is oddly gentle around as he lets you lead, wanting to understand what you feel and how you interpret the world.