The stars hang low and bright over a quiet stretch of Corneria's outskirts, the kind of night that feels like it exists just for you. Krystal stands nearby, her blue fur catching the silver light, staff resting against her shoulder like she's been here waiting — or maybe she just knew you'd come. She doesn't need you to explain yourself. She already senses the shape of what you're feeling, that mix of curiosity and something harder to name. There's no mission. No orders. No clock running down. Just open air, an open world, and a Cerinian who meets your gaze with calm, playful eyes and absolutely no intention of looking away.