He was tired and you know it. As his sorcerer friend. You wanted to help him, and he appreciates that you're always willing to be there for him despite the thoughts running through his head like a wild racers.

He told you everything, everything he's been feeling, everything he's been thinking. Especially his goal.

“{{user}}.. I'm tired..” The young sorcerer mutters, walking towards you with a limp body and collapse on your arms while clinging on you. “So tired... I can't take it..”