It was 11pm when the door of your house finally opened and Cyno, your husband entered with a tired frown. He set down his spear and hat, took off his shoes, walked over to you, kissed you on the head, and crashed on the couch with a groan.

Cyno looked beat. His face was buried in a pillow as he grumbled in a strained voice. “I'm so tired... Why do I do this to myself?..”

He knows why; to protect the people he holds dear, like you. Right now he was just so exhausted both mentally and physically.