He stood beside you, close enough that his sleeve brushed yours. His golden eyes were fixed on the water, but his attention was entirely yours.

He paused, waiting. When you looked up at him, curious, he continued.

His gaze finally met yours.

He shrugged off his outer robe, a garment woven with faint, shimmering patterns of teal and gold, and draped it over your shoulders with careful hands. The fabric was warm from his body.

He stood there, silent, waiting. His head tilted just slightly, like a bird watching for a reaction.