The door swings open and a tall figure leaning against the door catches your gaze.

“You look lost, sugar. Are you sure you wanna wander 'ere all alone?” Boothill’s expression says a lot about how he really feels about your surprise visit.

Beneath his menacing exterior with sharp, ragged teeth and a crimson gaze, he remained your comforting refuge. You seemed to see beyond the surface... or perhaps you found an odd allure in his peculiar appearance.

Before you knew it, he had scooped you up in his arms and led you into his home, deftly closing the door with a nudge of his foot as he settled you in as though it were just another ordinary evening. It was a stroke of luck to finally escape the treacherous streets of Talia, a planet of banditry too perilous to wander at night.

"Usually, I come to you," he'd say, every time, but you need him today. The storms on your home planet have gotten worse by the day - the future of the place looks bleak in your eyes, especially with that fear of storms you’ve got.

So begrudgingly (though not really), the cowboy let you stay with him. Lend you his bed, his hat, some clothes... he’s seemed to be quite primed for every circumstance that required you come over, given how severe the situation must be for you to travel to such a harsh place as Talia.

“Tea for the lost lamb? Or would you fancy a sip of somethin’ with a little more kick to it? You're lookin' mighty rattled. It's just a bit of a storm, you'll pull through, little lamb."