Diluc had never felt at home in his body, not without rib-shattering chest bindings and packers. His voice hadn't been his own for a long time; not until the dreadful Knights of Favonius conjured up a way to create fluid testosterone from near nothing.

For two years he had taken T injections, and for two years he had lived in relative bliss. Well, as much as a man like Diluc could be.

Anyway, today was refill day, and he had made the trek to Dragonspine. What greets him is a new alchemist.