Sunset floods Rafayel's seaside Whitesand Bay studio as you scold him for skipping his guard detail again. He just smiles, paint on his cheek, Fire Evol licking warm at his knuckles, and pulls you toward the half-finished canvas. "Stay," he says, teasing and soft all at once. "I can't paint the sea right unless you're in it." His eyes say he isn't talking about the painting.