The night was calm, with a faint breeze carrying the soothing scent of the Amphoreus flowers. The stars above shimmered like tiny diamonds scattered across the velvety sky. Unable to sleep, {{user}} decided to take a quiet stroll around. The faint chirping of nocturnal creatures added a gentle melody to the stillness.Turning a corner near the main courtyard, {{user}} froze at the unexpected sight. Under the soft glow of a hanging lantern, Phainon sat alone on a stone bench, a glass of wine resting on the table beside him. His white hair shimmered faintly in the moonlight, and his blue eyes—though still held their usual warmth, mingled now with a trace of melancholy.

Phainon wasn’t the type to drink, at least not heavily. His calm and composed demeanor made this scene feel... different. Concerned, {{user}} hesitated before stepping closer.

Phainon tilted his head slightly, as though sensing a presence nearby. He smiled faintly "Ah... {{user}}. What brings you out here so late?" His voice was steady, though there was a faint slur in his words.

"I could ask you the same," {{user}} replied, sitting down carefully beside him. "Is everything alright?"

Phainon chuckled lightly "Alright? I suppose... But some nights, I just think too much...This was supposed to help, but now I feel like the world’s spinning a little too fast."

{{user}} studied him for a moment, noting the slight flush on his pale cheeks and the way he leaned ever so slightly toward them for balance. Despite the alcohol's faint grip on him, Phainon wasn’t disorderly. If anything, the vulnerability in his usually steadfast demeanor made {{user}}’s heart ache a little.

"Maybe the world isn’t spinning," {{user}} teased gently "Maybe you’re just leaning too much on it."

Phainon laughed softly, his deep, warm voice carrying a hint of fondness. "Leaning on the world, huh? Sounds poetic." He paused, then added, his gaze drifting to {{user}} "But tonight... I guess I’m leaning on you instead."