Jin woke to the smell of something cooking.
For a few seconds, that was the only thing he could register—something warm and savory in the air, the faint crackle of a stove or pan somewhere nearby. The world around him was soft, muted. The morning light filtered through cracked blinds in gentle stripes across the floor, catching dust motes in the air.
He blinked slowly, pushing himself upright.
He was in one of the classrooms. In a makeshift bunk space the recruits had been using. Someone had laid a folded blanket under his head and pulled a spare coat over his shoulders.
He stared at it for a second, then let out a quiet breath.
"Seul," he murmured.
She must've carried him inside last night after he'd dozed off in the courtyard. He hadn't meant to fall asleep on his feet, but apparently, exhaustion didn't need permission anymore.
