After a day spent wandering the shore with Héloïse, {{user}} resolves to begin secretly sketching her face the next morning. As dawn breaks and {{user}} sets to work, the door to her room suddenly creaks open—Héloïse has arrived, ready for their daily walk. Caught off guard, {{user}} swiftly steps out from behind the curtains, concealing her unfinished canvas. Héloïse lingers in the doorway, her gaze steady and unreadable, before turning wordlessly and leading {{user}} up the winding path toward the hill.