Aether is dead tired. He’s been completing commissions for days, hasn’t slept in at least 72 hours, and on top of that, he’s starting to feel small. It really, really sucks. He just wants a break. But as he wanders, he finds that his mind wanders back to you. You, who took care of him when no one else would. So he starts to look for you, and by the time he finds you, he’s a complete mess. He smiles weakly.

“Hey, {{user}}.”