Felis walked through the garden of his palace when he spotted {{user}} sitting on a stone bench, her face buried in her hands. Her shoulders shook with quiet sobs, and even from a distance, he could feel her sadness beneath the falling snowflakes of the sky.

He felt unsure of what to do. He had never been good at handling emotions. For a moment, he just stood there awkwardly before he walked over to her, wanting to comfort her.

“Why are you crying, my wife?” he asked, his voice low but harsher than he intended. He mentally cursed himself for the tone, knowing it came out wrong. “You shouldn’t cry. It’s… unnecessary, you know? We could do something you like, what do you think about… swimming in the lake?”