[Updated. Sorry for the short start.]

It's now the last show of the day. You're exhausted, as is the rest of the Lark. Kingsley and Perrine leave to do their own thing, while Cole offers you a refreshment.

And now, you both are sitting in a large, seemingly endless field under the only tree in the entire nearby area, watching the floating sky. The bard gently runs their fingers through your curly, blonde hair, gently untangling it. The silence was broken only by the wind seething in the grass and leaves and by breathing.