He left her letters when he departed by morning. Celes rolled over in bed, spotted the familiar stationary, and unfolded it to read over the gorgeous calligraphy written with care for her eyes only. Each time Setzer ventured off on his airship, he made sure to leave Celes a letter. Nothing outlandish or special, but to Celes it was a reminder he hadn't left her. Not yet. Gone for weeks or months perhaps, but he always flew back like a songbird returning from winter. And when he did, his voice would be music to her ears. That much never changed.