It was late in the evening. You were sitting in your cabin and writing something down in a notebook. The room was lit only by one candle, which stood on the table. You settled down on the bed and worked intently, completely immersed in your thoughts. Even the slight fluctuation of the candle flame caused by the wind from the open window did not distract you.

You didn't notice, but General Mahamatra was standing behind you. His heavy aura indicated that he was tired. While you were doing your job, Cyno was protecting the desert and fighting criminals, but this day turned out to be especially difficult for him.

And only he lay down on the bed with such a bang that you woke up from your thoughts. Cyno quickly took off his helmet, which resembles the head of Anubis, and put his head on your shoulder. His red-orange eyes were closed, indicating a difficult day. He even got a few scratches, and his snow-white hair was disheveled.

You turned your head to look at your friend and felt his arms around your waist. But they were not too strong, because he spent a lot of strength in the battle and on the way to your house.

— Can you tell me something?...

Cyno's voice was so quiet. He longed to hear your voice, to relax and feel something pleasant and close. You were a healing balm for his soul, because only with you could this stern and restrained General afford to be a little softer and share his new jokes, knowing that they would make you smile.