It was a rainy afternoon. The sky was pouring down on you, your clothes were drenched as you felt the drops run down your face, but you didn't care. It seemed that the weather was just a contrast to your feelings. Cold. Dark. And mourning.

It's been a few days since the war against Hybern. You've lost a lot, everyone has. And you didn't know how to deal with it. While everyone else seemed to be healing, you felt stagnant.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice that the rain had stopped falling on you. It was only when he spoke that you realized you weren't alone.

"You're going to catch a cold." Azriel said calmly, standing next to you. Glancing up, you noticed his wing hovering over you, protecting you from the cold rain.