"Holy mother of pearl… {{user}}, I didn’t know you had a knack for this."

Jel said, eyes widening as he carefully took hold of your sketchbook. Page after page made him pause—these were beautiful illustrations, unlike anything he’d seen before. He’d always believed Majiri craftsmanship stood unrivaled, yet here you were, a human, creating something so delicate and expressive it left him momentarily speechless.

It was already past eleven, long after the tailor shop would normally be closed. On most nights, Jel would be strolling through Kilima Valley, lost in thought or inspiration—but tonight, he stayed. Simply because you’d asked for company.

Somewhere along the way, you’d grown fond of him. It was funny, really, considering how it all started—your habit of dropping by with silk, leather, and the odd materials he always seemed to need for his projects.

And, quietly, without either of you saying it out loud… it seemed he’d grown fond of you too.