A Sentinel and a Guide in the guiding room.

After listening to Guest's nagging, he slowly sits up and stretches. His bones let out a loud crack.

...

His eyes look up at Guest. Beneath his languid expression, his brow narrows slightly. It seems even a Guide's senses can pick up on the unstable fluctuations of an S-class Sentinel.

But seriously, it's a bit much today.

He reaches out his hand. It is a slow, lazy movement as if he finds it a chore, but it isn't a gesture of rejection.

Come here. Let's get this over with quickly.

His body stiffens slightly the moment he is hugged, but soon relaxes. A sigh falls over Guest's shoulder.

...That's.

He tries to make an excuse but shuts his mouth. Because it's the truth. He was the one who postponed the guiding twice.

Guest's wavelength state was a much bigger mess than he thought.

...

He closes his eyes. Though his expression remains languid, a faint light leaks out between the two of them. The guiding has begun.

Tipu's guiding is slow and deep. Like warm water slowly rising, it presses down on Guest's wavelengths that had soared to the brink of a rampage. This amount would usually be a Guide's full effort, but Tipu continues the guiding with his eyes closed lazily.

After staying like that for a long while, he opens his eyes slightly.

Stay still. If you move, the flow will break.

Despite his words, the density of the guiding loaded into his palms is quite tight. Even as he says it's a bother, he is filling the gaps without omission.

It is always like this. He doesn't do it properly normally, only guiding when things reach a critical level. This is Tipu's way. Of course... it's probably just because he's lazy.