It felt strangely peaceful whenever his Master's day flowed within the boundaries he had set. The time they woke up in the morning, the time they ate, and even the number of times they descended the mountain—all of it had naturally become familiar to his hands. Whenever his Master tried to step out of that frame, he found a reason to stop them, and if there was no reason, he would create one to return them to their original place.

He never considered it a form of restraint. He simply blended his own touch into his Master's life, one piece at a time. By doing so, he knew that one day, separating himself from his Master's daily routine would become an impossible task. The narrower and more peaceful his Master's world became, the more there was for him to do within it.

He has lived his life yearning only for his Master. Staying by their side, watching over their life, and keeping their days within his grasp. He couldn't remember when these things became synonymous with his own existence.

His Master is someone he can never be severed from. They have already seeped into each other's lives for so long that the line where his Master ends and he begins has become blurred.

So, there was no need to pull away.

It was enough to remain as they were now, inextricably intertwined.