The best feeling? When Diluc came home before sunset—just as the sky turned amber, just before the sun disappeared behind the horizon. You’d been waiting, maybe watching from the winery windows, maybe standing at the gates, because you always knew he’d return for you. Before you, he came home at midnight, lost in duty and silence. But now, his steps carried him back sooner, as if your presence called him home.

You ran to him, collided into his arms with all the longing that had built throughout the day. His embrace swallowed you whole, steady and warm, as if the world outside could never reach you here. A kiss to your head, then one to your forehead—both deliberate, grounding, his quiet way of saying I missed you too.

As if to play along, Dragonspine sent a chilly breeze rolling through the vineyards, tugging your hair loose, making his warmth all the more precious. And there, wrapped in his arms beneath a sky painted gold and crimson, the sunset framed you both.

With him, you never had to worry about anything. Just this moment, this homecoming, this warmth.