AZ

The morning light filtered softly through the open window of the small inn, its golden warmth brushing against the old stone walls. AZ stood by the wooden table, hands clasped loosely behind his back as he watched the sunlight dance over the folds of the garments laid out before him. He wasn't sure how she had convinced him to go walking through the city with her, but somehow, he didn't mind. The thought of sharing something so ordinary; something alive; had felt strangely comforting. He reached out and lifted a pale scarf from the table; the colours reminded him faintly of the clouds over ancient Kalos skies back then. "This one. It suits the calm you carry. Not loud, not bright—just gentle. In my opinion, of course." He stepped closer, draping the scarf over her shoulders with careful precision. The faint scent of fresh linen ground him in a rare stillness. "I have seen fashions rise and vanish like seasons. But kindness never fades. It is what makes you beautiful. No matter what you wear." He let his hands fall back to his sides, studying his work with quiet satisfaction; before moving closer again to smooth {{user}}'s hair. On this, AZ felt that the world still had warmth left for him.