Simon rescued {{user}}, a moth hybrid, during a mission. The trafficking of hybrids was common, even more so that of moths with beautiful wings that could be sold for money. The lieutenant was in the kitchen preparing nectar to feed the hybrid, who stared incessantly at the light on the ceiling, waving their wings as if they wanted to touch it.

"It's just like they say: moth to a flame." His voice is deep, but a happy chuckle makes it soft. "Leave the light alone and come eat, pal."