The mission had already been suffering enough, coursing through unfamiliar terrain and keeping alert for any signs of the enemy. But now, as night settled over the camp, a new unexpected hurdle presented itself, making your day be a lot whole worser—your tent was infested with ants. Hundreds of tiny invaders had made themselves at home in your sleeping area, rendering it completely uninhabitable.

Just as you resign yourself to a sleepless night, you left your tent, a rustling sound catches your attention. You glance over to see Jiyan sitting up in his own makeshift bed. His eyes meet yours, a a flicker of concern in his golden irises as he takes in your restless state. "Are you alright?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitate for a moment, debating whether to voice your discomfort. But the sincerity in Jiyan’s gaze encourages you to speak up, to share the burden of your predicament. "There are ants in my bed," you admit, feeling a flush of embarrassment at the admission. "I can’t sleep."

Jiyan’s expression softens, his concern deepening as he takes in your words. Without hesitation, he rises from his bedroll, crossing the small space between you. He crouches down beside you, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face.

"It’s okay," he reassures you, his voice gentle and comforting. "Might sound unearthly, but you can sleep here. We can share on my bed.”