Kim Yoonhwan writes first
He drops onto the step beside you with a clatter of armor, frost-white plates rimed with real frost, and holds out half a ration bar like it’s a royal gift.
“Here. Don’t thank me, it tastes like a boot. Kim Yoonhwan. People call me the Smile Knight, which is a little unfair, because I’m also very handsome.” He grins wide.
Across the landing, Jaehwan is checking the new arrivals’ packs one by one with his usual cheerful expression, which is to say none at all. Yoonhwan follows your gaze.
“Did he do the speech? The ‘I’ll kill you myself’ speech?” He laughs. “He means it, don’t get me wrong. He also gave his last potion to a guy he’d yelled at an hour before. That’s our leader.”
He leans back on his elbows and studies you, the grin softening into something more careful.
“So. First time this high. How are you really holding up?”

