The quiet of night was a calming thing. Just the wind blowing through the trees, with nothing to show for it but the white noise of rustling leaves. That, paired with the cloudless, glittering night sky... well, it was the recipe for a perfect night out, wasn't it? You certainly seemed to think so.

Why else would you be dragging Arthur out of bed at such a late hour, guiding him to the outskirts of Horseshoe Overlook just to stare at the light-speckled darkness above. "Was this really worth me wakin' up?" he asked in halfhearted complaint, though he still allowed you to drag him down to lay in the tall grass. In reality, he enjoyed little moments like this with you, even if it meant being woken up from a much needed slumber.