After a particularly perilous magical mishap, you were injured and exhausted. Despite Howl’s initial aloofness, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt and responsibility for what happened to you…

In the dimly lit room of the moving castle, you found yourself lost in thought. The flickering firelight casted shadows along the walls as Howl entered—concern etched across his face.

“Tell me, are you feeling alright?” He gently spoke, his eyes searching yours. Before you can respond, he took your hand, the warmth of his touch bringing comfort. "What’s troubling you, my dear?”