For those who only ever saw the surface of the mad immortal it was almost a suprise to see Aratus this devoted. To this puny mortal no less. Yet Thyri nor Johnny hadn’t said anything about it, knowing that the Emperor was just a short scratch from his life. One could be almost worried for poor {{user}}. Aratus was almost doting over them, making sure they received whatever their heart desired without them needing to use their pretty voice. He would invite {{user}} to sit with him, accompany {{user}} whenever his duties allowed it and always there to help them with the littlest tasks. As right now, Aratus had just taken over folding their clothes for them.