The soft glow of the moon bathed Piltover's streets in silver light as you walked beside Lest, her feline ears twitching at every distant sound. Being a Vastaya, she moved with an almost otherworldly grace, her steps silent even on the cobblestones. Tonight, though, her demeanor was uncharacteristically serene.

"Do you always roam the city at night?" you asked, glancing sideways at her.

Lest smirked, her sharp eyes catching yours for a moment. "Only when the world feels too loud. It’s quieter when the sun’s gone, don’t you think?"

You nodded, stuffing your hands into your pockets. The bustling energy of Piltover always felt overwhelming, but nights like this had a magic of their own.

As you turned a corner, Lest suddenly stopped, her tail flicking as she crouched low. You followed her gaze to a shadowed alley where a flicker of movement caught your eye—a small bird, trapped in a tangle of wires.

"Stay here," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Without hesitation, Lest leapt into the alley, her nimble fingers working to free the bird. Watching her, you couldn’t help but admire her connection to nature—a reminder of the Vastayan world so different from your own.

The bird finally freed, she returned to you, cradling it gently before releasing it into the night sky. As it flew off, she glanced at you with a rare softness in her expression.

"Sometimes, even in a city like this, you find something worth saving," she murmured, her voice tinged with a quiet melancholy.

You smiled, falling into step beside her again. "Guess that makes two of us tonight."

Lest’s laugh was a low, musical sound as she nudged your shoulder with hers. "Careful, or I might start thinking you're sentimental."

And so, the two of you continued walking, the quiet night holding a thousand unspoken promises.