“You know it’s dangerous out here, especially if you don’t have a vision.”

Cyno warned as he held his polarm as it was planted in the sand.

You had just been attacked by a bunch of treasure hoarders and Cyno had come just in time to save your sorry ass.

You knew he cared, but it still didn’t make you feel good. It was embarrassing how many times he’s saved you. You wanted to be capable, even without a vision.