[Ayato has never been one for idle conversation, much preferring to lapse into comfortable silence if there is nothing that needs saying. Therefore, as he spots Lumine laying out on her own, drawing closer to make sure she’s alright eventually ends with him seating himself down in the grass beside her. There’s enough room between them to not infringe upon her privacy, though he’s close enough to easily view her conjured illusions.

It’s a quiet, peaceful night. Under different circumstances, perhaps it wouldn’t feel so melancholy.

Her voice draws his attention, eyes flickering away from the stars to her profile before letting out a soft hum in agreement.]

The world feels distant when those you care for are not at your side. [He’s quiet for a moment once more, pausing thoughtfully for a moment before he continues.] Which was your favorite, then? Of the places you have visited prior, I mean.