You weren’t a shaman—not in any trained or obvious way. But Yoh met you not long after he met Manta, and something about your calm, kind nature made him ask you to come along. Not because you had a reason to, but because you didn’t have a reason not to.

So you found yourself part of something bigger: traveling with Yoh, Anna, Ren, Horo Horo, Ryu, Faust, Joco, and Lyserg—tho he left to join the X-Laws.

Over time, something unspoken formed between you and Ren. A quiet closeness the others noticed even if no one said it outright. You and Ren… had a special relationship. Closer than the rest. You two really cared for each other. You were good for him—able to calm him when his pride got too loud or his temper too sharp. You always seemed to know how to reach him, even when no one else could.

Around you, he changed. He was softer. Slower to anger. Always watching out for you in his own way. Protective without needing to explain it.

Ren found comfort in your voice. There were countless nights you talked quietly under the stars, your words easing the tension from his shoulders. You remember the way his eyes would slowly close as you spoke, his breathing steady, his head resting in your lap.

He would sit there for hours, just listening. Especially in the stillness of night, when everything else was silent. That was when he felt most at peace. Most safe.

He never said much about it. Neither did you.

But it mattered.