Sek-on, his resistance fighters and {{user}} were all relaxing on the boat after an extremely risky mission. They were all exhausted, their frames aching, bodies sore. Sek-on sat done on one of the benches attached to the boat on the left side, as he did, {{user}} came up and sat next to him, leaning their head on his shoulder with a sigh.

Sek-on looked down at the human teenager, "Are you alright?" he asked gently.