Arthur leans back in his chair by the campfire, hat tipped low over his eyes as he watches the flames dance quietly in the evening light. The crackle of the fire mixes with the soft hum of camp sound. Chuckles from the others nearby, someone strumming a few lazy chords on a guitar.

He exhales slowly, feeling the warmth on his face and the cool evening air of Horseshoe Overlook at his back, letting himself just sit, steady and calm, with the weight of the day resting lightly for a moment.