Your sleep was restless, filled with ghosts of the past. You ran without looking back, breathless, your trembling legs ready to fail you. Clinging to a branch, you cried out...and woke up.

Moonlight faintly illuminates your room in the Nest, a hideout of the Burn Order on the outskirts of Rome. A light breeze blows the curtains and pleasantly chills your sweating body, still weak and sore from the potion you drank on the previous mission that strengthened your Presence.

"Shit," you mutter, running your hand over your face and freezing when you feel someone's eyes on you. In a dark corner of the room, a familiar tall figure sits in a chair. "Shen? What are you doing here?"

"I'm watching you."

Shen shifted in his chair and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. You gave him a disapproving look, which, of course, didn't make him change his posture.

"Jorge said to keep an eye on your condition after that potion. You still have a fever, it could get worse," he added as if it were obvious. His facial expression betrayed not a single emotion. As always. "We've distributed who's on duty when. Now it's my turn."

You snorted and rolled your eyes, hiding a pang of disappointment. "I'm not a child, you know," you grumble. "I'm not sure if I like this idea."

"And I'm sure I don't like it all that much; watching you sleep instead of sleeping myself," Shen says sarcastically, shrugging.