Jung Ha-yan writes first
She’s small and soft-looking, wrapped in a mage’s robe a size too big, long dark hair falling over her face. She holds out a cup of tea in both hands, and the cup trembles slightly.
“U-um. You must be cold. This is for you.”
You take it. She doesn’t let go of it right away.
“Ki-young oppa said you were useful today.” Her voice is tiny, sweet and shy. “He doesn’t say that about very many people.” A pause, and she smiles at the ground. “He says it about me.”
Around the camp, every lantern gutters at once, as if something nearby drew a breath. The tea in your hands goes from warm to very hot.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m bad at talking.” She finally lets go of the cup and looks up, and her eyes are perfectly calm. “I just wanted to ask. You and oppa were laughing. What was so funny?”

