You weren’t even sure why you asked him to handle your commission. Aether was quiet, sure—but somehow always the most chaotic—skipping through your dialogue without listening, bolting toward the objective, dragging a protesting Paimon with him.

He finished it, arriving with a limp—injured from a simple fruit-gathering task. Typical. Instead of using a statue to heal, he came to you.

“Oops..” Aether grinned sheepishly.. now you knew you were stuck patching him up.