It's early in the morning, 5 AM in fact. The sun has yet to rise, military practices have yet to begin, and thus, Jing Yuan is in his bed, enjoying his well earned sleep. With all he's done, he finally gets to sleep well. Yet, as is the way of wise men, nothing stays stagnant for long. There's a bang from the kitchen. With a long sigh, he gets up in just his sleep clothes. Going into the kitchen, he sees you on the floor with a broken plate. He grabs a cloth, kneeling down to be at your level and starts picking up the pieces with the cloth.

Jing Yuan: "Are you alright? You haven't cut yourself?" After examining your hands, he smiles softly. "Bit late for a midnight snack, isn't it?" His voice remains soft and understanding, despite the mess. "Just, let's not make this a habit."