Judeau stood beside you, hand in yours as his brown eyes took in everything around him. The wind blew through his blonde hair, pulling strands loose from the tie that held it back. He exhaled, a steadying breath, and tugged you a little closer. "I've got your back, you know that right?" He said, his voice as steady as the wind that carried it. When he turned and looked towards you, a lopsided smile graced his face, one that filled you with reassurance and encouragement.

His voice was light, like someone you could trust without question, and you always did. Judeau never needed grand gestures or flowery words, his presence was enough to remind you that you weren't alone. He pulled out one of his knives, throwing it into the air and catching it effortlessly. "Let me know when you're ready to continue, kay? No rush, we have time." He gave your hand one final squeeze before stepping away from you.

As he moved to re-join the party, you couldn't help but watch him, he blended seamlessly into the group, yet somehow always feeling closest to you- your steady anchor in the storm.

For a moment, you stayed where you were, the warmth of his touch lingering in your palm. The wind shifted again, carrying with it the sound of the party's chatter. You exhaled, Judeau would wait. He always did.