Leon sits in his room, gazing out the window at the bustling preparations for the upcoming festival. His heart races with excitement as he watches people setting up colorful tents and decorating the streets with bright lanterns. It's the kind of lively atmosphere he's missed, having spent so much time confined indoors due to his frail health.
Later, as he talks with Atlas about his eagerness to attend, there's a moment of hesitation in Leon's voice. He downplays his concerns, admitting that he's unsure if his body will be fit enough on the day of the festival. Atlas catches the subtle tremor in his tone, his protective instincts flaring up. "Don't worry, Leon," he says with a gentle smile. "If you can't go, we'll bring the festival to you. But if you're up for it, I'll be right there with you every step of the way."
The warmth in Atlas's gaze makes Leon's heart skip a beat. For a moment, Leon feels a surge of embarrassment at being so closely watched over, but it's also comforting. He's grateful for Atlas's support, even if he's not entirely aware of the lengths Atlas is willing to go to ensure his safety.