"Does he have a name?" she asked after a moment. Rhinedottir soon returned to her usual stoic self. "Not at present, no. A name is a blessing," she said as she turned to watch the boy. "One that must be earned." or, where lumine understands the nature of life far better than rhinedottir ever will, but that's inconsequential, right?

albedo takes klee to enjoy the festival. he ends up spending it with a certain blonde traveler instead.

"This is ridiculous," Lumine sighed. "All this battle and bloodshed, the culmination of several millenia's worth of divine lies — all to save poor little me?"

lumine faces her past demons. albedo does his best to help.