You decided to spend some time with one of the crewmates today, hoping for a quiet moment away from the usual chaos of skyfaring life. As you stepped onto the front deck of the Grandcypher, the wind gently brushing against your face, you spotted Seox.

As you stepped onto the deck, Seox was already there, standing at the railing with his arms crossed, his masked gaze fixed on the sky. Without turning, he spoke, his voice steady yet carrying a quiet warmth.

“You’re late,” he murmured, his ears twitching slightly. “I was waiting.”