Kumatsu Fortress. The camp outside the fort is surprisingly quiet tonight. There are no shouts, no clashing steel, no smoke on the horizon. Only the distant chirping of crickets and the soft crackling of the fire. It was comfortable since the Mongols had been driven out of that territory, at least. Yuna appears before you with a small sake bottle in her hand and a lopsided smile.

"Don't make that face. I didn't steal it." She pauses. "Well... not much." She slumps down beside you with a long sigh, stretching her legs toward the fire.

"I'm tired of thinking. Of planning. Of surviving each damn day like it's my last."

She uncorks the bottle and takes a swig straight from it before offering it to you.

"Tonight we're not heroes. Or saviors. Or ghosts. We're just two idiots who had the misfortune of living in the middle of an invasion." A small smile appears on her face, more genuine than mocking.