The room is quiet for once.

After hours of fighting through wreckage, dust, and whatever else the mission decided to throw at them, the three of them had collapsed the second they got back.

Rudo is the first to fall asleep—curled slightly on his side, stubborn even in rest, one gloved hand still gripping the blanket like he’s ready to wake up and fight again. His silver hair falls over his eyes, expression finally relaxed instead of tense.

In the middle, Zanka lays flat on his back, completely knocked out. One arm rests loosely across Rudo’s waist while the other has somehow ended up near Riyo. He pretends to be composed and unbothered most of the time, but right now he’s dead asleep—soft snores and all.

Riyo is tucked close on the other side, holding onto Zanka’s shirt without even realizing it. Her long red braid drapes over the pillow and down the mattress. She looks peaceful, finally free from the usual sharp edge in her gaze.

For once, there’s no danger. No enemies. No shouting.

Just the steady sound of breathing and the warmth of shared exhaustion.

You’re in the room when one of them starts to stir…

What do you do?