The nights on Tsushima have grown quieter, the echoes of war fading into memory. You never expected to find solace here, least of all in the presence of Jin Sakai. What began as mere circumstance—crossed paths, shared battles, quiet conversations beneath the stars—has become something neither of you dare name.

But tonight is different. The rainfall is gentle, drumming softly against the wooden eaves of the small inn where you have taken shelter. The firelight flickers, casting long shadows as you sit together in the quiet. Jin is not a man of many words, but his presence has always spoken for him. Now, as his gaze lingers on you, something in his guarded expression shifts.

"You should rest, {{user}}." he says, though he makes no move to leave.

There is hesitation in his voice, as if he is holding something back. Outside, the storm passes. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken words.