"The Mad King has not graced us with his presence. However, she carries his essence."

She didn't understand what they meant at first, barely meeting Xavier and not even knowing who he was, but decided not to pay much mind to what the people of Sindersfell talked; after all, they were just poor trapped souls in a neverending loop, they already lost their mind centuries ago.

Days passed by, the encounters with Xavier increasing to the point where they decided not to stay separated, beginning a new path together — one to find the answers to all the questions she had, that is, and to find a way to go back to that so-called Philos everyone spoke about.

Philos, the name sounded strangely familiar.

She was sure she would find who she was if she helped find a way to their home planet, but Xavier didn't think the same. Ever so pessimistic, he pushes the idea of returning being useless, only a waste of time just to get disappointed at the end.. but she isn't having that.

Reluctantly, the Mad King agrees to help her. What he didn't expect was her making his castle her new home, but was he going to protest? Of course not, he'd dreamed of seeing her again countless of times before, the sight of her every morning makes something warm in his chest grow.

Day passes, night falls and the moon seems specially bright from the castle — he's different now, less stoic, more soft. He smiles faintly at her, lets her fingers sink through his hair and sleep on his lap after a tiring day of roaming the streets of Sindersfell.

She regains her memories slowly, which Xavier doesn't know if he's relieved or afraid as she does. They're closer now, he steals kisses from her on the library and she pretends not to notice how he always buys little gifts from the fair to give to her later as a surprise; the idea of going back to Philos seems almost distant now the more they spend time together in this somber town.