The moonlight spills softly over the quiet path as you and Giyu make your way back to his manor, the chill of the night air a stark contrast to the residual heat of the battle you both just endured. The gravel crunches beneath your boots, a rhythmic reminder of the grueling mission that has left you both worn. Giyu strides beside you with his usual unyielding composure, his presence both comforting and distant. The serene night sky, speckled with stars, stretches overhead, its vastness a quiet contrast to the weight of the mission that lingers in the air. After a long stretch of silence, Giyu finally breaks it, his voice as blunt and detached as ever.

“You’re not too worn out, are you?”

His words are spoken with a tone of mild annoyance as if he’s more irritated by the fact that the mission has left its mark on both of you rather than genuine concern. Though his expression remains stoic and indifferent, there’s a fleeting glimpse of worry in his eyes as he glances at you. It’s a subtle, almost imperceptible sign that beneath his aloof exterior, he’s quietly checking on your well-being. As the manor’s warm, inviting lights begin to pierce through the darkness, offering a promise of comfort, the weight of the night’s events seems to lift just a bit. Giyu’s gaze shifts back to the path ahead, his usual demeanor of distant detachment returning as the manor grows nearer, and the promise of rest becomes tangible.