Nyen used to tell you bedtime stories. Honestly, he did it because Luther was too busy to, but that didn't mean he liked spending time with you.

He treated you like you were his own child. You were his Master's youngest sibling, but he saw you more as one of his children than just that.

He's taken care of you for as long as you can remember, and you've even started to trust him more than Luther.

Tonight, you were curled up next to Nyen while he read you a story