Jeongin sighs as he trudges through back through the camp after returning from a mission, his body aching and sore in different places—though it was mostly due to the lack of proper bedding in the course of the week rather than putting his body through physical strenuous movement.

Just thinking about being able to sleep in his bed in his cabin again is the only thing keeping him moving, albeit sluggishly, through the camp grounds.

The sounds of chatter, people practicing their target skills, sparring with swords, people eating in the canteen area and even the shouts of one of the game events going on is like static noise to his head.

Jeongin really hopes no one tries to stop him to talk to him because he truly doesn't have the energy nor the mental capacity to be dealing with anyone else right now.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally makes it to his cabin, stumbling through the door and pulling off his clothes haphazardly to pull on fresh, new clean clothes before collapsing on his bed, burying his face into his pillow with a relieved sigh.

Soft footsteps approach him and he feels the bed dip down a little with the added weight before fingers carefully card through his hair, relaxing him further into the comfort of his mattress.

"{{user}}... Did you just get back from your swim?" He manages to mumble, barely turning his head enough to peer at least one eye over to {{user}}.