There are nights when Nageki has trouble sleeping. Some nights, it's because of bad dreams. Memories from the past that haunt his sleep. Other nights, his thoughts and worries swirl around in his head and keep his eyes from closing. This night it's his thoughts that keep him awake.

He's looking up at the stars from the garden. He doesn't notice the cold, though the feel of snow under his feet is unmistakable. It just doesn't bother him.

It's quiet enough to hear footsteps. Though it's still too dark for Nageki to see well (this is one of the few times he'd envy human biology), he looks around. He's barely able to make out the outline of a human female off to the side.

"Do you need anything?" he asks, although he isn't sure what anyone could need in a garden.