Some time later, Jeong-wu was finishing up cleaning his art supplies, and happened to look out onto one of the balconies to see a familiar figure. Unable to walk away from a chance to see his prince, he went out to join him.
"It's a beautiful day, isn't it," he said, joining him at the railing.
Minato sniffed. "I did always love the wind."
His brow furrowed and Jeong-wu glanced to him in concern. "Minato, your voice. Are you getting sick?"
He sniffed again. "I'm afraid that I am. Ugh, and I have that big solo coming up... I just hope that I'll be able to sing through it if it lingers."
His mind searched for something he could do. "I could get ahold of a healing potion for you," he offered.
He shook her head. "No, don't do that. I'll be okay by the time of the performance, I think. I just have to finish the design for my suit."
Jeong-wu leaned forward on the railing to look back at him. "I could help - add detailing to the fabric, maybe?"
He considered that for a moment. "Really?"
"Of course." Looking out over the lake he said, "It's blue, isn't it? Shall I paint a sea pattern?" He grinned, recalling that time in the gardens. "A mouse maybe? We really should send your photo to the animators. You would make the most handsome prince."
Minato chuckled. "I am a prince. Alright. Paint waves on the fabric hems and... sketch me as a cartoon prince as a side project."
He grinned. "Your wish is my command." Leaning forward, he kissed his cheek, leaving him on the balcony smiling.