Wandering through the Sumeru forest with Alhaitham was typically peaceful; his quiet presence often matched your own, both of you moving in sync with the tranquil surroundings. Everything was going smoothly until a rare flower caught your eye, and you paused, calling for Alhaitham to take a look.

But he wasn’t paying attention to where he stepped, and in the brief moment you looked away, he stumbled, slipping into a lake. You stifled a laugh as he emerged, dripping wet but somehow managing to keep a firm grip on his beloved book, holding it high above the water with an unbothered look.