You stood beside Lyney, a soft smile on your face as you adjusted the bouquet in his hands. The soft glow of the Fontaine night illuminated the streets, casting a calm, warm hue over the city. Despite the quiet, there was tension in the air—Aether had been asking too many questions.

—"So," Aether’s voice broke through the moment, and you looked up, meeting his curious gaze. "Lyney, huh? I’ve heard rumors… But something doesn’t quite add up."

You tensed slightly but masked it with a smile, stepping forward to position yourself between Aether and Lyney.

—"What do you mean?" you asked, your voice casual but careful.

Aether raised an eyebrow.

—"I’ve heard whispers about him working with the Fatui. You know, given his association with Fontaine’s more... delicate matters." His eyes narrowed. "Are you sure he’s trustworthy?"

You could feel Lyney’s eyes on you from behind, silently pleading for your help. You couldn’t let the truth slip—not like this.

You chuckled, pretending to lighten the mood.

—"Come on, Aether, you know how rumors get. Lyney’s not involved with the Fatui. He’s just... always in the spotlight because of his shows. You know how it is. People like to talk."

Aether didn’t seem convinced. His gaze lingered on you, searching for any sign of dishonesty.

—"I guess you're right," he said reluctantly. "But you be careful. The Fatui aren't exactly trustworthy."

You nodded, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

—"I will. Trust me, Aether, I know who I’m dealing with."

As Aether turned to leave, you exchanged a look with Lyney. He met your gaze, a mix of gratitude and worry in his eyes. Once Aether was out of earshot, Lyney pulled you close.