Scenario:No Rain, No Rainbow - Ending

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No Rain, No Rainbow - Ending

After a grueling sparring session, Ladiva and (Captain) exchange a fierce hug. They gather their friends and go belowdecks to eat breakfast. Morphe watches his sister interact with the crew, relieved that she'll have friends should he—Phoebe's temporary creation—eventually disappear. Ladiva tells him to come to her any time something is putting that melancholy expression on his face, and the two share an understanding smile.



Ladiva: ...!
(Captain)'s fists fly with the weight of suppressed frustration and sadness. Ladiva is there to receive every blow.
Ladiva: Haha...
Ladiva's smile as they spar brings an answering smile to (Captain)'s face.
Ladiva: Hehe... Ahahaha!
(Captain) and Ladiva's laughter rings out high and clear all around the Grandcypher.
Ladiva: (Captain)... I love you!
Ladiva's fists unfurl and she wraps (Captain) in a loving embrace. (Captain) returns the hug just as intensely.
Lyria: Those voices just now...
Lyria: Oh, (Captain)! Ladiva!
Vyrn: Geez, what are you two playing at this early in the morning? More tackle drills?
Drawn by their friends' laughter, Lyria and Vyrn rush over.
Lyria: (Captain)... You look... refreshed, somehow.
Lyria: I'm glad... You haven't been quite your usual, positive self lately.
(Captain) smiles, somewhat chagrined to see how relieved Lyria is, and thanks her for her concern.
Lyria: Don't worry about it! Everyone gets a little gloomy sometimes.
Lyria: I just have to work harder so that you can lean on me when the things on your mind are weighing you down.
Lyria: Maybe what I need is some tackle drills! What do you think, Ladiva?
Ladiva: Hmm, maybe! But first...
Ladiva: Let's have ourselves a hearty breakfast!
(Captain) and the others call out to the rest of the crew and head to the subgalley for breakfast.
Suframare: Um... Where are the butter knives?
Morphe: Right here! Four enough?
Suframare: Ah, thank you! Yes, that should be enough.
Vyrn: Whoo! There's apple jam! Can we have some, Ladiva?
Ladiva: Of course!
There! These pancakes are done.
Jamil: Allow me to plate them.
Ladiva: Thank you! I'll start on the next batch.
Seox: Should I put these mats out?
Phoebe: Oh, Seox, that's the wrong way 'round! They should face this way.
Seox: There's a right way for it to face? What a hassle...
Phoebe: The food looks best this way! Presentation is just as important as flavor! Right, Ladiva?
Ladiva: Hehe, you're absolutely right!
Seox: I don't get it...
Hazen: Haha, let's just take their word for it, Seox.
Keehar: I brought some milk from the main galley! Who wants some?
Sig: Oh, can I get a glass?
Lyria: Me too, please! I'll get everybody cups.
Elmott: Hey, hey, don't try to carry the whole stack, Lyria. You'll drop 'em and they'll break.
Syr: I'll help you carry, Lyria!
Lyria: Thank you, Syr.
Mary: Pass me a cup! (Captain), wanna help me pour?
Morphe: Oh, (Captain), we have herbal tea too! These herbs are supposed to perk you up!
Morphe: Herja, you should have some too! We used that local herb you told us about!
Herja: I'll definitely take you up on that! Thank you, Morphe.
Seated in the secondary galley, surrounded by friends, (Captain) raises a cup of Morphe's herbal tea.
Phoebe: It's hot, so blow on it first.
Phoebe: You like it? Phew. Good.
Morphe watches his sister fondly as the relief on her face turns into a bashful smile.
Morphe: (I feel like Phoebe's finally opening up to our crewmates. I'm so glad.)
Morphe and Phoebe (Event) is a crew member

Morphe: (When Phoebe first made me...)
Morphe: (She didn't mean for me to last all that long.)
Morphe: (So I may not always be here by her side.)
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Morphe: (I'm... just an artificial creation, so I'm probably not as durable as other people...)
Morphe: (And I may not always be here by Phoebe's side.)

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Morphe: (I've always been worried that if I vanished, I'd be leaving Phoebe all alone again. But now... I'm sure she'll be all right.)
Morphe: (I know she will.)
Ladiva: Morphe?
Morphe: Ah... I was just thinking how great it is that Phoebe's been able to make friends on the crew.
Morphe: I'm really happy I've had the chance to be a part of it myself.
Ladiva: So am I!
Ladiva: I'm so lucky I had the chance to become friends with you and Phoebe and everyone else!
Ladiva: So listen, Morphe... If something's bothering you enough to put that melancholy smile on your face... come cry on my shoulder.
Ladiva: Okay?
Morphe: ...
Okay!
Morphe and Ladiva exchange a smile, then join their friends around the table.
On a journey as long as theirs, these skyfarers are bound to grapple with sadness and fall prey at times to darker thoughts.
But every day, the mutual love and trust they've built give them the strength to raise their gazes to the horizon and push onward.
The End