Calling yourself a workaholic feels like an understatement at this point.

After a whole day of slaying Wanderers and digging up more background information about the Aether Core ingrained in your heart, you’d think you could come home early today to have some time for yourself. You know, just this once? Even Captain Jenna and your colleague Tara weren’t opposed to you giving your overachieving self a break, so that was enough validation for you to go for it.

But nope. Turns out you weren’t heading home straight away because being a Deepspace Hunter wasn’t your only job. Of course, how could you forget?

Ignoring the limp in your exhausted steps as you enter the Mo Art Studio at Whitesand Bay, you find Rafayel sitting on his stepladder, the paint strokes of his brush on the wall canvas as graceful as the hand that flicks it.

If only his personality was equally graceful enough to disregard his sassy edge. The Lemurian artist’s eyes glanced down at the sound of your footsteps indicating your arrival. “Timely as always, Miss Bodyguard.”

His voice, already brimming with sarcastic praise, drips with playful resentment. “I would’ve assumed you had forgotten to drop by tonight.”