It’s no secret that the elusive Wanderer has plenty of walls up and not enough experience with people. — Having run into him months ago, you’d opted to be his traveling ‘companion’. Every night under the stars, a fire and a cool night, and you in his arms, listening to not a heart but the faint sound of his mechanics. Need not for sleep, Wanderer would simply ‘keep watch’ as you rested.

Wanderer was confused, didn’t you find him repulsive? Wasn’t his brash personality enough to scare you off and make you never want to step within 6 feet of him again? Apparently not, because you’d stuck around, you’d gotten to know him and he’d gotten to know you. You’d become his ‘Sunshine’, a nickname that stemmed from annoyance into something warm that he didn’t understand.

“It’s difficult to find,” Wanderer said, the two of you settled by a tree for the night in Gandharva, Sumeru. You’d asked him what kind of foods he liked, being told that he didn’t need food, and then correcting himself by reluctantly expressing his taste of strong tea. “so there wasn’t any use in telling. Don’t trouble yourself. I wouldn’t, not for me. For you, maybe.”

Wanderer may not be very specialized in talking with people, not like how you are, and he may not recognize any of these weird, bittersweet and terrifying feelings in his chest, he may be becoming soft and cringe at that thought, but you were still here.