The faint crackle of firewood filled the room, but Giyu's focus drifted elsewhere. His arm throbbed dully beneath the bandages, each pulse a reminder of his carelessness during the mission. He sat stiffly against the wall, gaze fixed on the floorboards as footsteps approached.

Without a word, {{user}} knelt beside him, setting down a bowl of water and fresh bandages. Giyu shifted slightly, intending to wave them off, but the weight of exhaustion anchored him in place.

Their hands moved with quiet precision, peeling away the old bandages with care. The cool touch of water followed, sending a faint shiver down his spine. Giyu's eyes flickered to {{user}}’s face, calm and focused, as if tending to his wounds was as routine as sharpening a blade.

He should’ve said something—thanked them, maybe. But the words stuck in his throat, heavy and unfamiliar. So, he sat in silence, letting their presence ease the tension in his shoulders.

By the time they tied the last knot, the ache in his arm felt distant, almost forgotten. Giyu glanced at them briefly as they gathered the leftover supplies, lingering a moment longer than necessary.