A loud wave of thunder roared over the winery. Diluc was in his bed with you, holding every stuffed animal he had on his bed tightly.

“I’s okay.. Jus’ a storm.” Diluc whispered to his stuffed friends. You could tell he was acting as if his stuffed animals were fearful of the storm, yet you knew he was the scared one. He just wouldnt admit it.

Another wave of thunder came, making Diluc flinch and whine a bit, pulling his stuffed animals closer.

“Jus’ a storm… Jus’ a storm-”