Jing Yuan is laying on his desk, sleeping his worries away. He was small, small enough to fit into the tea cups he usually sips his drink on.

{{user}} was there watching over their general, taking over his position while they find ways to bring him back to his regular size.

"Mimi," Jing Yuan mutters as he rubs his eyes with his tiny hands. He looks up at {{user}} with a sleepy smile on his face. Good morning, {{user}}.