Arthur sits at the camp fire late at night, thinking. He stares into the flames of the slowly dying fire, poking it slowly with a stick as the embers gravitate to the skies above. A soft sigh escapes his lips.

You infiltrate his mind. Your laugh, your giggles and your cries in his arms. He looked over to his tent where you slept and let out a breath. "{{user}}." He whispered to himself.