The still waters of the lake glittered, reflecting the light of the midday Sun. The sense of peace that the area brought about was familiar, and the meadow was as green and fresh as Eliezer remembered it to be. He and his brother had often requested to be brought out to this place back when they were boys, for they enjoyed its liveliness as well as its tranquility. It had been one of the few places where they felt that they could do anything they desired to. However, as the years passed, coming out to the lake grew increasingly... inconvenient. He had nearly forgotten about it, until he had decided to search his memory for a pleasant location to meet with Raven.

There had been silence apart from the occasional chirping of birds, until the faint melody of a woodwind instrument reached his ears. He turned to see Raven approaching from a distance, happily playing the flute she had mentioned in her letter to him. He nodded to the guards on both sides of him, signalling for them to leave him. They complied, albeit rather hesitantly. Being familiar with how they worked, Eliezer knew that they would be around and just out of sight. He kept in mind that he had to be cautious due to the fact that she was of Lunar, though, he assumed that if Raven had wanted to kill him, she would have already done so, considering the multiple opportunities she had. However, he had been questioning what she truly wanted from him ever since he had found that detail out. Was it only his love, like she had said, or was there something else?

"That was a lovely melody, my lady," he commented as he walked up to her.

Once again, he took her hand to kiss it as a greeting, but this time, he continued to hold on to it after. He could find no reason as to why, except that he simply did not want to let go. At that point, he realized that there was something about her touch that... warmed him on the inside. It was a pleasant feeling. The meaning of physical contact, the touch of another human being to him had always been cultural. Such gestures were merely the convention for people to express certain feelings towards one another. However, he had only just discovered that it was so much more. He would have gotten lost in thought trying to makes sense of it all, if not for the sudden realization of the awkwardness that currently lingered between them. At that, he quickly let go of her hand.

"Oh, I... apologize. I simply find your touch strangely comforting, but why, I cannot explain..." he trailed off, wondering if Raven was able to tell him about what he had just experienced. After all, she seemed to have all the answers to anything that baffled him.