Venti

"My warrior, you've worked so hard," Venti spoke softly, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he took your hands in his. With his thumbs, he began to trace soft, idle circles over your knuckles. "I understand how you feel... When you just can't find any more energy, and the world falls into a haze — even apples lose their sweet flavor." While he spoke, the bard slowly tugged you along, leading you to the large tree in the middle of the courtyard. "If you can get some quality shut-eye at this time, you'll feel a lot better when you wake up." He assured with a beaming grin, "Here, I'll lend you my shoulder, if you'd like!" Venti then released your hands and sat under the tree's shade, patting the spot next to him in silent invitation.