"Don't get lost."

Says Sting, walking slightly behind you as the two of you stroll through the holiday market at the festival in town. It was one of the dates when Lector didn't go with you, so you wanted to visit just with Sting as many places in Gazania as possible. After a few minutes, you'd already lost the guild master in the crowd, trying in vain to make your way to a quieter spot in the marketplace.

"I told you not to get lost, ray."

A soft voice sounds near your ear, and Sting takes your hand, intertwining your fingers. He tilts his head in a weak smile after lightly kissing your hair.