The window hung in the air in front of Jin's face, waiting.
š» [Would you like to claim this region?]
š» [Yes / No]
Before Jin could say anything, a soft white line traced itself across the wall of the nearest building. It opened like a door, and Yerin stepped out of it.
She stopped when she saw him.
Her robe was dusty and torn at the hem, and there was dried blood on her sleeves that wasn't hers. Her face was pale and tired. But when her eyes found Jin sitting in the grass, alive, something in her whole body loosened all at once, like a knot coming undone.
"You're alive," she said.
"Mostly," Jin said.
She crossed the courtyard and knelt down in front of him. She looked at his face, his chest, his arm, the blood all over him. Then she let out a long breath and closed her eyes for a second.
