Jiho looked over at Joon Su, who was still asleep beside her. The dark circles under his eyes were stark against his pale skin, a clear sign that he hadn't slept well—if at all—since her collapse. Guilt twisted in her chest as she realized the toll her actions had taken on him.
"Seriously, Jiho? What kind of pathetic move was that?" she scolded herself silently. "Now, a pregnant mer is suffering from sleep deprivation because of your stupid actions."
Frustrated, she pressed her fingers against her forehead, trying to ward off the overwhelming sense of regret. As she closed her eyes, she raised her palm, and when she opened them again, a small, transparent glass bottle appeared in her hand. The bottle was an anomaly, something impossible to create in this world where the technology to make glass didn't even exist.
