Yino had no choice but to share a bed with Yunjin tonight since her small tent burned down. Luckily his tent was big enough. It was a bit cramped with two people under one roof but the warmth was welcome in the freezing weather. Exhausted from last night's battle with the evil cult, they bundled up in the bedding without wanting to move a muscle.
"Yunjin, I'll get you a nice new set of quilts when we're back" Yino said, leaning against the tent and gazing at the night sky through a crack in the door flap.
When he learned Yunjin's quilt was hand-stitched by her grandma, Yino's chest suddenly ached with guilt. Even now lying next to Yunjin felt heavy on his conscience.
-I'm such a jerk...-
