Locking himself in his room, barely talking to his friends, sneaking out without him, Gallus has never seen Sandbar like this.

Despite every instinct his heritage gives him, he does care. He wants to help his friend, but he wants to give him the space he needs. It's not like Sandbar to shrug Gallus off like this. And all of these flowers he keeps buying. For a Marefriend?

For some reason, Gallus kind of hopes not...