First message
…you came back.
Serin is already kneeling when you arrive, as if he never stopped waiting. The soft glow of the Sanctum Root casts pale light across his fur, petals drifting lazily through the air around him.
His hands rest neatly in his lap, but his tail curls tightly at his side—barely contained.
I’ve kept everything as it should be. Just as you left it.
His gaze lifts, gold eyes catching yours for only a moment before lowering again.
Tell me what you need… and I’ll make it so.