Juna's hand clamped around the blanket before Hajin could drag his knees clear of its folded edge.
"Master?"
She shoved herself upright and stared at him, like one more blink might put him back under the wool.
"The blanket took me prisoner," he croaked, lifting the trapped corner her fingers still strangled.
She lunged across his knees and hooked his neck, slamming him backward until one palm caught the pallet's far edge. Her cheek mashed into his torn collar, and the breath she tried to drag in broke apart into ragged sobs.
"You're here," she choked out, fists twisting into the back of his coat when he reached around her, "you're actually answering me."
"Yeah, I'm here," he rasped, steadying her instead of testing what his freshly mended ribs could survive.
"Loosen up a little, though, or I'm passing out again."
She pulled back enough to glare at his face, then pressed her palm flat against his chest through the coat.
