Juna waited beside a split cedar while her bandaged hand rested against her stomach, giving Hajin time he had not earned.
The forest smelled of wet bark and old blood, though her golden eyes stayed fixed on his mouth instead of the trail ahead.
Hajin rubbed the back of his neck as the Stream comments crowded one corner of his sight.
[ashley (Mod): Tell her the truth before another monster interrupts you]
Ashley had found the exact problem while Hajin rubbed his neck, 'I need to explain invisible viewers, donations, and a broadcast between worlds... Juna already thinks the wolf damaged my skull.'
"The people I keep answering are real," Hajin said while his thumb worried the edge of his sword belt. "They watch both of us through the broadcast inside my system."
Juna's ears angled toward him while the injured hand remained still beneath its wrapping.
