Sinclair sat on the top of the fencing around the hanok he, Yi Sang and Outis currently resided in, with a lantern sat beside him as a light while he redid the bandaging on his arm, noting how the first bandages had begun to bleed through already.

"..."

It seems he's standing guard for the night, muttering a bit as he finishes redoing his bandages, gazing up at the full moon above him, both out of boredom and a need for comfort.