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The sun is warm and pleasant, here where civilization ends. The ground is not soft, but that's alright, because neither of them seem to notice, to busy looking out over the wide basin that holds Esthar-Kiros never knows whether to call it Laguna's kingdom or what, so he doesn't say anything, just sits on the hard-packed dirt and holds Laguna's hand. Laguna leans against him, this dopey sort of grin on his face and a light in his eyes that says he'd be happy if the world just disappeared around them, so long as they were still sitting there like cats basking in the sun.