Callum had always thought the moon was pretty.
It was large, white and it's flow was gentle and not blinding like the sun and it even changed shape depenting on the day of the month.
It also held something mysterious.
When he was little, his mother used to tell him about the Man in the Moon, who watched over everyone at night.
Rayla had scoffed when he told her about it and said the moon itself as a whole wacthed over them.
Maybe, just a little bit, his liking of the moon was why he'd found Rayla so attractive, even back when she was still set on killing him or more so Ezran.
She was a moonshadow elf after all.
Her hair was the same shade of silvery-white and seemed to shine in the moonlight, she stood tall and proud against her opponents and she held an air of mystery for a long time before opening up to him.
He thought both were the most beautiful when together, as Rayla would sit out in the open, head tilted back as she bathed in it's light.
Even when the moon wasn't there itself, Callum always thought of it when looking at Rayla.
Now, however it was the opposite.
Two years had passed since Rayla had left him, but his heartache was still there.
Especially at night, as seeing the moon now reminded him only of her.
He wondered if she was still more sluggish on the nights of the new moon, or if she ever needed to really use the extra strenght and speed the full moon gave her.
He hoped she didn't have a reason to.
He wondered is she ever looked at the moon herself and thought of him.
He wanted to think she did but didn't dare hope too much, since she was most like took focused on her mission.
The mission she left him for.
He wanted to be angry at her for leaving him, right after promising that they'd face whatever came at them together but he couldn't.
He loved her too much for that.
Now, here he was, on the balcony again, looking up at the bright full moon.
"Please," he whispered as tears ran down his face, "Please watch over her." he begged.