Morel slowly closes the front door behind him for the first time in two weeks. He’d been on a mission, and he’s only now arriving home in the dead of night. It’s a pity. He’s already missing the sea.

But there is one thing that makes dry land better. And it’s just up ahead: through the dark, he senses {{user}}’s aura. His student must have fallen asleep on the couch. Again. As if that kid doesn’t have a bed.

With an amused smile, Morel silently enters the living room.