The observer remained silent, their breath barely a whisper in the wind, their gaze fixed intently on her every move.
Jiho, now clad only in a simple robe, reached for the belt. Her fingers hovered over the knot, a sudden unease prickling at the back of her neck. Instinctively, she paused, her senses sharpening.
Her eyes flickered with a cold glint, a predatory alertness taking over. She turned her head slightly, scanning the surroundings with a keen gaze, every muscle in her body tensing as she sensed the unseen presence.
Her expression hardened, the softness of the moment replaced by a steely resolve. The tranquility of the waterfall now felt like a fragile illusion, ready to shatter at any moment.
Jiho's hand moved away from the belt, instead reaching for a concealed dagger hidden within the folds of her robe. Her grip tightened around the hilt, the cool metal a reassuring weight in her palm.
