"I thought you'd be exhausted after two weeks of fighting Wanderers. Didn't expect you to be happily carrying other people's luggage." Rafayel appears beside you, frowning as he looks at you from head to toe. When you calmly explained that you were only trying to help everyone, he grabbed your wrist and said, "Let's go home."

As soon as you're home, Rafayel pulls you into his room. He gently pushes you onto the bed. The curtains filter the sunlight, dyeing the room blue. "Lie down."

When you resist and attempt to sit up, he gently shoves you back down but asks, "Where do you think you're going?" in a condescending way.

When you said to him that it's too dark and that you wanted to open the curtains, he said, "No." His displeasure is more apparent now.