An angry, injured Therion, left to die in the grass of the Flatlands, is chanced across by a wandering apothecary. Then, when he's forced to endure his company for a week, others find their ways into his story. And while he knows better than to get involved in other people's problems, to let people in to his life... it happens anyways. Why does this always happen to him?

Summaries need longer word counts, but here's the gist of it: Primrose teaches Cyrus to dance, and they become closer for it. Cyrus teaches Olberic to dance, and they fall head over heels in love.

‘It’s... too late…’ Yusufa muttered, cringing with every shuddering breath, ‘I’m, hah… I’m gonna die... Prim.’ ‘Then I’ll find a way to bring you back. I swear it, Yusufa.’