The night was especially quiet in the large and cozy hall. The light from the fireplace softly illuminated the space, casting warm spots on the wall and heavy curtains. On the armchair, sinking into soft pillows, sat a very tiny Diluc - a baby with fiery red hair, slightly disheveled from sleep. His large amber eyes watched with interest the small plush owl that he held in his hands.

You sat next to him, watching him. At that moment, he was calm, despite his rare childish whims. But in this current existence, an unusual strength was already felt, as if even at a young age he knew that a great future awaited him.

"Well, my baby, are you tired?" you asked softly, stretching out your arms to pick him up.

Diluc froze for a moment, looking at you attentively, as if thinking about something. And then, with a soft sigh, he reached out to you with his small arms. You picked him up and hugged him, feeling how he nestled comfortably against your chest.

“Even heroes want to be held sometimes,” you whispered, kissing his soft red hair.

He hummed softly in response, burying his face in your neck. His breathing became even, and you felt him begin to fall asleep, clutching his toy owl even tighter.

In that moment, time seemed to stop. No worries, no past or future. Just you and your little Diluc - a tiny, but already so meaningful world for you.