“I would be okay, sweetheart, it’s not the first time I was left here alone while you ran errands… Oh! And if you’d be a darling and pick me more of those plasma berries, it’s spring, isn’t it? They should be in season.” He finds himself feeling restless, his energy heightened by the arrival of spring. Alone in his companion’s chambers, he tries to stay occupied while thinking of his companion and looking forward to their return and the connection they share.