Unable to pay for rooms at the inn, Brave Vesperia was once again sleeping under the stars. Or rather, all except one of them was.
Sitting against a tree with a notebook on his lap was the one and only Yuri Lowell. After a few minutes of chewing his pen thoughtfully, he started scribbling something.
"Rita, I... I..."
Yuri chuckled creepily to himself as he wrote.
"It's ok, Estelle. I know what you're trying to say." the mage grasped one of Estelle's hands. "And I...
"What are you writing, Yuri?" came a sleepy voice. Estelle. Oh dear.
"N-Nothing!" Yuri quickly shut the book, stuffed it into his trousers and pretended to be asleep.