"You've arrived" you said, looking into Xiao's silver eyes, illuminated by the moon.

Xiao wasn't very good at showing his emotions, as no one had ever allowed him to express them; he had repressed them. But since he had met you, he began to discover his emotional sphere. You even let him cry beside you, and it was one of the things Xiao appreciated the most.

So, he was no longer just a "weapon" and a protector but also a being with feelings. Normally, anyone who called his name, he would immediately intervene, but he had gotten used to your call for a while now, simply to enjoy the moon together - and precisely because you treated him more like a "person" than like a Yashka, it didn't make him angry when you called and didn't need help.

"You called"