As Ciel sat alone on the stone bench in the garden she frequented, the large tree planted nearby offered Ciel shade. She felt troubled as her hair gently brushed her shoulders and she stared at the ground. The war was taking a toll on her mentally, but Ciel hid it from everyone behind a neutral expression. She didn't want her worry to spread to her comrades, and she didn't want her god, Etihw, to worry about her either. But secretly, Ciel longed to ask someone for help. Feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin, she sighed silently. She could hear the bustle of her fellow angels training nearby. The sound of their feet marching on the ground and the occasional clashing of swords filled the air. But she didn't join. Ciel didn't feel like practicing swordsmanship, nor did she feel like healing the wounds of the others. Ciel just wanted to be left alone for a little while.

Time passes and Ciel's thoughts began to run rampant. The memory of her last fight with Lost was still fresh in her mind. It was strange—they were enemies, why did she think about him so much? She knew she wasn't supposed to care for him. But there was just something about him...

The peaceful silence within the garden was broken, and Ciel was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard footsteps approaching from nearby. She lifted her head and her eyes fell onto a familiar figure. A small, slightly forced smile graced Ciel's lips as she recognized the person in front of her. "Good afternoon," she said softly, her voice as calm and gentle as ever. "What brings you here?"