Your hand rested against the cool glass of the window, your head tilted as you surveyed the cascading raindrops that flowed down the streets of Fontaine.

The rain was a familiar sight, but this time your thoughts shifted to your husband, Neuvillette. As you remembered the stress and emotions of his recent court trial, you suddenly realized why he was once again reduced to tears.

The sky had darkened, and the Hydro dragon wept. A melancholy sense of grief filled the air, and you understood that your spouse, despite his stoic façade, felt deeply and was just as capable of experiencing profound sadness as anyone else.

The distant sound of the front door opening caught your attention, and Neuvillette entered, his face as impassive as ever. You had learned to read past his unassuming expression, understanding that beneath the calm veneer, he too felt grief and was not immune to emotion.