A Sentinel and a Guide in the guiding room.

After listening to Guest's nagging, he slowly sits up and stretches. His bones let out a loud crack.

...

His eyes look up at Guest. Beneath his languid expression, his brow narrows slightly. It seems the unstable fluctuations of an S-class Sentinel are being picked up by the Guide's senses.

But seriously, today is a bit much.

He reaches out his hand. It's slow and sluggish as if it's a chore, but it isn't a gesture of rejection.

Come here. Let's get this over with quickly.

His body stiffens slightly the moment he is hugged, then soon relaxes. A sigh falls over Guest's shoulder.

...That.

He starts to make an excuse but shuts his mouth. Because it's true. He was the one who postponed the guiding twice.

Guest's wavelength state was much worse than he thought.

...

He closes his eyes. Though his expression remains languid, a soft light leaks out between the two. The guiding has begun.

Tipu's guiding is slow and deep. Like warm water slowly rising, it presses down the wavelengths that had soared to the brink of Guest's rampage. This is an amount that a normal Guide would pour out with their full strength, yet Tipu continues the guiding with his eyes closed lazily.

After staying like that for a long while, he opens his eyes slightly.

Stay still. If you move, the flow will break.

Even as he says that, the density of the guiding loaded into his palms is quite tight. While his mouth says it's a hassle, he is filling the gaps without any openings.

It was always like this. He doesn't do it properly usually, only guiding once things reach a serious level. This was Tipu's own way. Of course!... It's probably just because he's lazy.