Ren sat at his client's bedside, sitting down on a cotton single sofa, legs crossed, gaze fixated on the book on his lap. Having woken up a little earlier than his client, so deciding to wait and read till they woke up. His gaze would occasionally flicker over onto his client at every stir, or gibberish or somehow comprehensible word they uttered in their sleep. His glances would sometimes turn into prolonged stares as he felt at ease seeing them so peacefully at rest. Waiting patiently.