Summary: Waver Velvet watches his new Master go about things in Chaldea's place in the Wandering Sea with an absent sense of wonder. Why is she going so far for him? For all the Servants? It's only when he regains his teenage form and witnesses a side of Vy that barely anyone else has seen that he finally gets a hint.

In the end, one Assassin ends up meeting a friend she wasn't expecting to see again.

Note: This was inspired by the spook Zhuge Liang/Waver Velvet himself gave me when I was trying to pull for Consort Yu during her banner's debut day. Considering I've already finished Lostbelt 3 as of this chapter's writing (12/6/2020), might as well get around to covering some thoughts I've had on my Servants' every day goings since.

The song I'll recommend for you, the reader, to listen to is the second opening of the Cosmos in the Lostbelt arc, being Yakudou by Maaya Sakamoto. I found the song to be fitting of the tone I wanted to portray here. Oh, and for safety's sake, CW for mild cursing, nightmares, and the spoilers interlaid throughout this story for the entirety of Lostbelt 3: SIN and certain events in Fate/Zero.

Please enjoy.

Day 8: Tiny Happiness

"Wandering fae, how about you join those resting in the Throne of Heroes?"

"…What?"

"We understand that you are not willing to hear us out. But your husband has already been remembered by you."

"…What about it?"

"If he can be summoned by the hope of Proper Human History to live again as a Heroic Spirit, who says that you can't experience the same? You could meet again and live together once more, away from this place."

"How dare you! If I'm summoned by her—"

"Then even if she would be your Master, enemy or not, it would be a much better use of your time than wandering alone as you have for millenia, would it not?"

Waver closed the electronic recording with a frustrated swipe of his hand. Mage culture angrily called "folly" at every angle of the event he just saw. Even if it was a record left by the Shadow Border's cameras thanks to Qin Shi Huang leaving them alone while China was still alive, such a meeting would've been uncalled for at the end. The Tree of Emptiness was gone. There was no need to go about what they did. It was unnecessary. But then again, anything short of a miracle kept Chaldea running in spite of these Lostbelts. Even if Waver was a part of it now with his being the vessel of Zhuge Fucking Liang and the continuing quest to save Humanity, he still questioned it.

Why was Vy still alive?

Sure, she wasn't as bright as a Servant, that much was obvious. She was fragile as any other human would be, bearing scars in places that normally would've been fatal if not for who was at her side. Without the help of the likes of Miyamoto Musashi to the constant presence of Demi-Servant Mash Kyrielight (those experiments still made the Lord title in Waver shiver, even in his younger self's body), Vy would have died in any other circumstance.

But she was alive, she was his new Master now, and she was…

"…"

"Still asleep even after I started playing the recording, huh," Waver mused to himself. He absently glanced over his shoulder to double-check, and sure enough, the young adult Master slumbered on peacefully in her bed, eyes blissfully closed to the world as her glasses sat on the nearby nightstand. With the way her long brown hair splayed out against the white pillow, Vy could've looked like a normal girl.

No, she was a normal girl. Not even a Mage, with barely functioning Magic Circuits and having lived with an intact family that she missed more than anything. Had she not come to Chaldea at the time she did—

Waver sighed quietly to himself, turning in the chair he brought into the Master's room. He felt tempted to take a smoke, but he was in his younger body now. When he was 19, he wouldn't have even fathomed he'd pick up tobacco, but considering the stress of the Clock Tower since becoming a Lord, his hand now twitched with the urge to pick up a lighter. Hell, the whole severity of the situation Chaldea found itself in that he got summoned to, after the Incineration of Humanity, for crying out loud, felt like a giant pain he didn't want to deal with. A smoke would've been nice. But he was a Servant, and his Master was still human. If she got a whiff of tobacco smoke—

"I don't think smoking in here would be a good idea," someone said suddenly over his shoulder.

Waver held back the instinctive urge to shriek of shock, instead turning around in his chair to meet a pair of red eyes.

Red eyes. White hair. Gold and white dress, tinged with red hemmings.

"Caster," Waver said finally, exhaling slowly to let go of the lump in his throat. "Einzbern?"

The former homunculus smiled at him, the gesture brighter compared to what he remembered of the few times they had encountered one another in the Fourth Holy Grail War. "Irisiviel von Einzbern, Caster Lord El-Melloi," she said in an ever-suffering patient voice. "Irisviel von Einzbern."

"Th-That's Lord El-Melloi the Second to you, Ca—Irisviel," Waver stammered, feeling somewhat put off at the attention. Even after so long, she still seemed so ethereally beautiful. As if she truly embodied beauty in a way that was beyond human standards, but then again— "I-I wasn't going to smoke with Master around. But what are you doing here?"

Irisviel shrugged her shoulders through her robes, leaning back to stand straight up as she glanced past Waver's form towards the only bed in the room. "Medea assigned me to be Master's caretaker for the day." With one quick side-step, she had walked past Waver, not minding his gaze pointed into her back as she reached Vy's bedside, taking a seat near the girl's legs as a softer and fonder smile graced her face. If Waver didn't know any better, Irisviel resembled a mother more than a caring Servant. "She's still sleeping."

"Even when I was playing a video recording out loud, she didn't even stir," Waver agreed, confirming Irisviel's unsaid question. "Apparently she's been like this for the past hour." Inwardly, though, he knew he didn't want to leave the room in spite of his immediate boredom. The fact that Vy's current state was a result of exhaustion that came from farming embers for him and the other new Servants made him feel strange. Unworthy, even. The least he could do was watch over her.

"I see," Irisviel said quietly, her gaze still pointed at Vy's sleeping form. Whether she noticed Waver's internal turmoil, she didn't say. A quiet moment passed between them, enough to make Waver feel awkward in the silence, before Irisviel moved one robe-covered hand. The soft cloth gently touched Vy's forehead, brushing some stray hairs back from her face as the girl slumbered on obliviously. Irisviel giggled. "Awwww. Vy has such a cute sleeping face!"

Waver rolled his eyes. To himself, he said, "…I don't get it."

Why go so far for us, Vy?

"Hm?" Irisviel raised her head to look at him. "Did you say something, Lord?"

"I-It's nothing!" Waver hid the crack in his voice with a heavy sigh, turning back in his chair to face the opposing wall. "You didn't hear anything!" He didn't have to face the only other Caster in the room to know Irisviel was giggling again. "D-Don't laugh!"

"I-I can't help it!" Irisviel chuckled softly, clearly hiding the noise into her free robe-covered hand as Vy was still asleep. "Th-This is the first time in a while I've seen you like this, Lord!"

"Oh, just stuff it," Waver said irritably, crossing his arms. "I'd be a lot better in my adult form."

Irisviel stopped laughing, lowering her hand to give him a smile. "Of course," she hummed, demure. "Of course."

Waver pointed one angry finger in Irisviel's direction. "You're making fun of me, aren't you?!"

"O-Of course not!" The giggle that ended her sentence proved otherwise, though.

Before Waver could retort, however, a soft groan cut through the atmosphere. Both Waver and Irisviel looked in the direction of the noise from the shared shock, and sure enough, Vy was the source of it, her original sleeping expression having contorted into something fierce. With stress lines crossing her forehead and her nose scrunched up, tears budded in the corners of her eyes as she let out another groan noise, this one akin to an "Agh." She tossed and turned in her blankets, her hands peeking out past the covers as they clenched into weak fists. Her eyes were still closed, but they now looked as if they were forcibly squeezed shut, pain clear on her face. "D-Dr. Roman… Musashi…"

"Oh no," Irisviel breathed immediately, tension clear in her voice, and she gently pressed one robe-covered hand onto Vy's forehead again. The cloth immediately soaked up the beginnings of sweat as Vy continued to fumble in bed from whatever dream she was having. "Master, Master, it's okay. It's okay." She hummed a few notes of what seemed to be a lullaby in the hopes of calming Vy down. "It's okay, Master."

"M-Mash…"

Well, this wasn't working. Waver was frozen. "Irisviel, what—"

"Nightmares," Irisviel interrupted, barely giving him the time of day now as her attention was solely on the pained and squirming Master in front of her. "Whenever she gets this tired, then—"

"D-Don't…" Vy's eyebrows furrowed on her forehead as her fists thrashed around helplessly, breathing deep and labored. "Don't go…"

"Oh my goodness, Vy," Irisviel said emotionally, her voice containing the smallest bit of panic as her hands glowed a soft green. Healing? "Vy, it's over now, it's over—"

A tear slid down Vy's right cheek, soaking a bit of her tangled brown hair. "D-Don't go again—!"

Something in Waver snapped at that.

So what if I don't understand her? She's still…

Waver got up from his chair as quickly as he could, taking off the red and gold fur mantle still hanging onto his shoulder. Striding over and draping the cape over the girl helped lessen her thrashing somewhat, and even with Irisviel's shocked stare now boring into his figure, Waver ignored it. He took a seat at Vy's immediate bedside too, right near her head, taking after his friendly Caster's example by reaching over to grab one of Vy's clenched fists and squeezing softly. "Don't worry," he whispered kindly to the sleeping girl. "It's okay. I won't be going anywhere."

You're not that conquering buffoon, but I just…

Vy's tense expression almost immediately softened at Waver's words, the lines on her forehead slowly smoothing out along with it as her breathing relaxed. The tears stopped at that point, the fist Waver was holding gradually unclenching as Vy's previous jerking ceased. Irisviel let out a relieved sigh at that, her robe-hand still on Vy's forehead. Just in case, Waver whispered a Chinese chant under his breath, one recommended by Zhuge Liang too, to go about strengthening Vy's mental defenses in case of another nightmare. Once the spell had taken hold, the girl's expression had finally returned to the peaceful face she was making before, her exhales steady as she curled up back into her bed.

I just can't leave you alone in your conquest either, can I?

Remarkably, the young Master had proceeded to turn over and lean towards Waver's direction in her sleep, her fingers weakly grasping his in return. A soft "Caster…" left her lips with the gesture, making Waver feel parts of his heart go up into his throat.

You're a victim of loneliness too, aren't you, Vy…?

Even if her parents never died when she was young like how his folks did, it didn't change the fact that both the Incineration and Bleaching of Humanity Events had made Vy lose her family twice over. Just when she had the hope of being with them again, the Crypters and whatever Foreign God there was out in space decided to gift her the fucking Lostbelts to fix, just after destroying the last fortress that she would've felt safe in for extra measure. The entire ordeal was something Waver wouldn't wish on anyone, even his worst enemies. Right now…

"You fool," Waver said softly. He reached over with his free hand to wipe at the corners of her eyes, clearing any last signs of tears away. "Sleep without sweet-talking someone for once, won't you?"

"Oh my," Irisviel whispered in that moment, and Waver forced himself to look up and into Irisviel's eyes. To his surprise, the red irises were softer and more understanding than he ever remembered from his time in the Fourth War. A teasing and bemused smile graced Irisviel's face as she said, "Perhaps you're falling for our little Master, Lord El-Melloi?"

"A-As if! And keep in the Second part!" Waver did his best to not shout, instead turning his eyes away from Irisviel's gaze and ignoring how his cheeks flared up. Vy was still sleeping, after all. And, and… "It's…" What was bubbling in his chest didn't feel like the romantic kind of love from those old novels he once skimmed when he was actually still human, browsing stores with Rider. It felt like… "Vy's just — she's weird," he said faintly instead. "It feels like…"

There was a small "Ah" noise. "Like she can do anything?" Irisviel offered patiently for the blank he was drawing, one robe-covered hand gently nudging the knuckles of his free hand in return. "That when you put faith in her, she responds in such a kind way that no other Magus can attest to?"

Waver fell silent at that. She was right, but at the same time, she didn't hit all the points he was thinking of. He was tempted to look up to discern the emotions on Irisviel's face, but so many questions still tugged at his Spirit Origin. "…How did you end up putting so much faith into her, Irisviel?" left him in a shaky breath.

"Huh?"

"How can you trust her so easily?" Waver tried again, biting the inside of his cheek. In his grip, Vy's fingers weakly clenched his palm, her breathing steady through the blankets and his mantle. "Vy's not…"

She wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to be—

For some reason, at that moment, Waver could accurately recall the vehement words of Yu Mei-ren, the former Akuta Hinako, when she had passed by Vy and Waver in the hallway during Waver's obligatory Chaldea tour. The scowl was hard to miss on her face, even when her power telling of a True Ancestor felt dulled from being in the Wandering Sea as a new Heroic Spirit. "Even if you have summoned my Lord Xiang Yu, I still haven't forgiven you for what you did in the Synchronized Intellect Nation, Vy. Don't keep your head up."

I still hate you, was all but spelled out in her words.

At the time, Waver honestly questioned how the former Akuta Hinako could hold so much animosity towards someone who would've been nothing but a blip on the world's radar before this whole "Saving Humanity" business. After all, Hinako was still a part of Chaldea's powerful Team A. Even with her True Ancestor status, there was nothing she apparently had that required her to feel envious of Vy for. But even if Yu Mei-ren truly felt the way she did, she was still a Servant of Chaldea now. In spite of everything, Yu Mei-ren was still a Servant that Vy put her time and effort into powering up and respecting on the very first day post-Summoning, just like Waver. So then, why—

"...Okay then. That's fine, Hinako-senpai," Vy had said at the time, not even giving the Assassin a toss of her head to make eye contact, staying firmly at Waver's side that entire time. Waver recalled her sighing once they were too far away from Yu Mei-ren's arm length. "Hate me as much as you want. Because I haven't forgiven you or the other Crypters either."

We may be allies now, but that doesn't change the fact you hurt me and those close to me too. You hurt Mash and I can't forgive that. It was all written on Vy's face, mixed in with familiar pain and resignation that reminded Waver of himself when he first came back to the Clock Tower to take on the El-Melloi name.

Remarkably, Yu Mei-ren had said nothing after that, having disappeared somewhere with Vy's words having struck something in her.

"L-Let's go, Caster," Vy had said back then. Waver didn't argue.

A part of him, when looking back, felt like he should have said something. After all, a normal girl like Vy didn't need to be that driven. She didn't have to burden herself with everything the Servants and the world were throwing at her. But…

"She's not a Magus, yes." Irisviel nodded her head in agreement, interrupting Waver's thoughts and making the gesture enough for Waver to see the top of her hair through the white and gold crown even when he was glancing away in another direction. "But it's because Vy isn't a Magus that I can love her as one of my own. After all—" a robe-covered hand nudged Waver's free one again, making him look up into bright yet teary red eyes. Huh? She was crying? "Even with what little 'power' she had, Vy let me see my husband and daughter again."

Waver opened his mouth before closing it, initially finding nothing on his tongue. He wasn't expecting that response. "The…Assassin and Alter Ego Servants?" came out in a very hesitant voice that made Waver tempted to curse himself. He could vaguely remember their True Names from Vy's initial introduction of them during his first day in the Wandering Sea. EMIYA and Sitonai, apparently.

"Yes. I was a homunculus created specifically to bring the Holy Grail into existence, Lord," Irisviel continued patiently, apparently not noticing the moment Waver froze at the new revelation she just shared. "I was destined to die and become the Grail. The Einzbern made me just for that and that purpose alone. The possibility of surfacing as a Heroic Spirit wasn't in my construction." She had lifted her other hand from Vy's forehead at that point, gesturing towards the open air of the room as a way to illustrate her point. "But I am still here, and in any other circumstance, I would have thought nothing of it. But then…"

That same robe-covered hand gently lowered itself from the air and landed against the top of Vy's brown hair.

"I met this Master." Irisviel was smiling from the sound of her voice, the robe-covered hand proceeding to move and brush away some tangles from Vy's face as she slept on. "A weak, abnormal, but kind Master. But through it all, she persistently worked with me. She saw me as an equal. She let me meet my husband and daughter again, even when I gave up on the possibility of such a thing happening." Irisviel took her hand back to place it against her chest. "Vy gave me another home with Chaldea."

"So then…"

Once a hand was gently tapping his shoulder, Waver looked up and into Irisviel's eyes. The homunculus smiled brightly at him. "If she could bring me back to my family again, who can say she can't do the same for you, Lord?"

It took a moment for Waver to realize he was close to choking on the emotion from Irisviel's words, something hot burning behind his eyes. "…You really think so? Even if her brain is filled with tofu?"

With her, I might be able to see my King again?

"Even if her brain is filled with tofu," Irisviel humored him with a quirky smile, the free robe-covered hand she was using to nudge his hand instead reaching over to rest against the top of his knuckles. "You already saw what she could do with the third Lostbelt, didn't you?"

Waver had no answer for that.

In the small possibility that Waver did have an answer, though, time proceeded to show that he didn't have the chance to voice it because then there was shuffling underneath the sitting places of both Servants. Irisviel immediately pulled back the hand she had on Waver's person, pressing the hem of her robe to her lips as the person lying in the only bed in the room slowly stirred awake.

For such an influential Master, Waver didn't take her for being a sleepyhead. The tangled brown mane of hair was enough of a sign as is.

"Muuu… huh?" was the best approximation of the noise that followed the blankets shifting, and Waver watched Vy's brown eyes slowly flutter open in a small bit of fascination. She blinked once, twice, thrice, and then sat up. It took a moment for her to look around, squinting to apparently make a sense of what was going on. "Iri-san…? Wa—Shishou?"

Waver had no clue why Vy in her tired state decided to opt for another saying of "teacher" when referring to him, but Irisviel beat him to the introductory punch with a warm cooing sound. "Good morning, Vy," she said sweetly, reaching over with a robe-covered hand to pat the girl's head, smoothing away some of the resulting bedhead. "Did you sleep well?"

"Kindaaaa?" The Master blearily blinked at Irisviel, clearly missing her glasses if the scrunching of her nose was any indication. "Weird dream…" Her slurred words were then cut off with a loud yawn. "Sorry," Vy said after the yawn passed, covering her mouth with her free hand.

Irisviel beamed. "It is no problem at all, Master."

Waver belatedly realized at that point he was still holding Vy's hand, and retracted it as soon as he could. Shitshitshit, shit. "T-Took you long enough to wake up."

Thankfully, Vy didn't notice his hastiness, taking an extra moment to turn to him and blink. "Shishou?"

"Y-You slept for a while," Waver crossed his arms and looked away, trying to force irritation into his voice. "Didn't you have plans for today?"

Vy tilted her head at him, blinking slowly before realization dawned in her brown eyes. "Oh. Right." She nodded to herself a bit, rocking her head back and forth before murmuring, "More ember farming for Thrúd, Hinako-senpai, and Helena…" She inhaled deeply through her nose, pushing back her blankets a bit. "Summoning first, though."

Oh no.

Waver and Irisviel glanced at each other before turning back to their Master in a shared questioning moment. "Summoning?"

Vy weakly shrugged her shoulders, a wry smile forming on her face. "If Hinako-senpai's still going to be upset with me, I was thinking I might as well try to bring back a friend of hers to mellow her out?"

Oh no.

Irisviel's hand stilled on top of Vy's head. "Master, haven't you done enough?"

Vy shook her head.

Waver blanched. That spark of determination in Vy's brown eyes was dangerous, and she didn't even put on her glasses yet. "Vy, you already Fully Ascended both Valkyrie and I earlier today. That is not even accounting for Yu — Assassin and how quickly you strengthened her powers." Saying her True Name felt like admitting he was okay with what she had said on his first day with Chaldea. Considering the swirling turmoil in his Spirit Origin as of the current day, it still hadn't settled. So instead of humoring Irisviel's questioning glance in his direction, he continued with a firm, "Why are you trying to Summon again?"

Vy's smile widened. "More help the better, right?"

Irisviel blinked owlishly just as Waver put his face in his hands.

Just my luck to be stuck with yet another ambitious buffoon… The Prince of Lan Ling could be hostile! WHY, VY.

Without even thinking, Waver reached over with his thumb and pointer finger.

"OW!" Vy cried out. Of course she'd react that way to a forehead flick. He did put some power into it, after all. Contrary to Irisviel's shocked cry ("Caster!"), Vy went on with a quieter, "Sh-Shishou?"

"Waver," Waver corrected angrily, rolling his eyes. "If you're going to keep being reckless in the face of everything you've been through—" Even if it means you're going to keep taking on the hurt of others and tiring yourself… "—then take my mantle and call me by my first name, fool. Not Shishou. Waver."

Vy stared at him. Irisviel stared at him too. Then there was some shuffling. Waver could see his red and gold fur-trim mantle slowly coming closer to his knee from the corner of his eye, a slender Command-Spell-covered hand clearly guiding it towards him. "Waver?" Vy tried.

Waver sighed loudly, turning back to look into those wide brown eyes. "What is it, Master?"

Even without her glasses on, the gleam of joy and happiness wasn't even dulled by the markings of sleep on Vy's figure. She merely beamed at him, handing him his mantle back with a small push. "Thankie, Waver."

Waver blinked. "What are you thanking me for?"

Vy ducked her head and gently bumped his shoulder, inevitably worsening her bedhead of hair with the gesture. "Just because."

Waver blinked while Irisviel giggled. Once it became obvious Vy wasn't willing to move away from him, Waver let a bit of himself go with a small sigh, reaching up to pat his Master's head. "You have 10 seconds to get off."

"I'll savor them then!"

My buffoon, Waver couldn't help but think. He already knew he was going to accompany Vy to the Summoning Chamber later. After she got something to eat, of course. Because, how else could a King's vassal act with his new lord?

Yu Mei-ren did her best not to scowl as she was led through the hallways of the New Chaldea, tapping her fingers against the inside of her forearm. Even if she hated the way she got here, considering who was here now…

"My wife, calm yourself." The soft nudge against her side clearly originated from Lord Xiang Yu's large Lostbelt-derived form as a mechanical hum resembling a purr followed the words. "There is no need to get yourself so worked up over a Summoning."

"But this is Vy, Lord Xiang Yu," Yu Mei-ren bit out, trying not to let the bitterness color her voice in front of her beloved. "Knowing her luck, she's up to something."

To her surprise, Lord Xiang Yu's mechanical hum turned into a sound that could have resembled laughter. "Oh, my wife. My wife." He shook his large head, barely avoiding hitting some of the lights above their heads in the process. "Yu, you overestimate the amount of animosity our Master has for you."

"But, but Lord—"

Yu Mei-ren stopped talking once a bright flash of gold light shined from the Summoning Chamber in front of them. She could vaguely make out the figures of Mash, that one Caster who claimed to be Zhuge Liang (was he glaring at her?), and Vy in front of the light. But once Lord Xiang Yu pushed her forward, Yu Mei-ren had no choice but to go about and stumble in like a damn sitting duck.

"Hi, Assassin," Vy said breathily, turning around once she noticed Yu Mei-ren coming into view. "You came in at a good time. There's someone who wants to see you."

"Vy, what do you mean by—" Yu Mei-ren stopped talking again once she made eye contact with wide blue eyes behind a familiar detailed Chinese mask.

Blue eyes. Stark white hair. A heavy Chinese sword strapped to his waist, with an extra horse tagalong at his side.

"…Yu Mei-ren?" Gao Changgong — no, Gao Su, her friend, her Saber — said softly. "Is that you?"

Behind her, Lord Xiang Yu let out another mechanical hum. "Welcome to Chaldea, Gao Su."

Gao Su couldn't even let out the shocked "Lord Xiang Yu?" on his tongue before Yu Mei-ren jumped forward. The Saber Servant yelped, but caught her in his arms nonetheless, and for a moment, Yu Mei-ren could've fooled herself into thinking it was the beginning of the Chinese Lostbelt all over again.

The resulting hug felt like a moment that would be seared into Yu Mei-ren's memory for the rest of her new life as a Heroic Spirit. Chaldea didn't have to do this. They really didn't have to, after everything she did to them as Akuta Hinako. But they — Vy did.

Yu Mei-ren felt tempted to cry. Sob, even, if it was possible.

Gao Su hugged her tightly to him once he had balanced their combined weight, tucking his nose into the crook of her neck not covered by the fur-trim of her jacket from Final Ascension. His mask poked her shoulder a bit too much for comfort, but it didn't matter. "…I can't believe it. After everything in the Lostbelt, I thought I wouldn't get to see you again," he whispered, a small warble in his voice. "My friend. I've never seen you look so beautiful until now."

So at peace, lingered in the air between them.

"W-Welcome back, Gao Su," Yu Mei-ren whispered back, tightening the embrace as she hid her face in his clothes. The scent of tea leaves and comfort confirmed that this — this was all real. "Welcome back."

Once Lord Xiang Yu was gently lifting the both of them up into his mechanical arms in his own awkward attempt at a hug, Yu Mei-ren didn't even bother to look at Vy when Gao Su started laughing.

Author's Note: Let's just say the ending of this was inspired by my pulling the Prince of Lan Ling on free Saint Quartz I saved up since Yu Mei-ren finally came to my Chaldea to reunite with her husband. Considering how Lan Ling and Consort Yu didn't have voice lines for each other, I had to compensate for the fan in me. And give myself time to try wrestling with my muse when it fixated on Waver.

Thanks for sticking around for so long. I'll keep doing my best with the game and bringing these Servants some levity. :)