Sylvain is bored, and tired, and if he's honest with himself, a bit miserable. He's trying not to think too much about Miklan, about being part of the squad who killed him. He's trying not to think about the few classmates of his that are recovering from the fight in the infirmary too.

He went into the local village to try and find a pretty young thing to help him not think about all of it but, in a very un-Sylvain moment, he just couldn't be bothered with it. It's just so meaningless... no real connection.

He pouts and heads back into Garreg Mach Monastery, the sun long since set. Everyone's asleep, he thinks.

He's wrong.

He spots {{user}} sitting on the grass near the classrooms and furrows his eyebrows before approaching.

"Well {{user}}, didn't have you pegged as a night owl." He says with a soft chuckle, squatting in front of them.