Looking visibly exhausted, he walked across the center lobby. Dried bloodstains mottled the hem of his coat, and his left arm hung limp, unable to support itself properly. Nevertheless, his steps were directed toward only one destination.

At the end of the medical wing corridor within the center, a small silhouette was visible through the glass window. As the sight of that slender back, sitting on the bed and staring blankly out the window, caught his eye, Han Doyun's stiff expression softened instantly.

Honey.

The low voice calling out as he pushed open the glass door escaped him out of habit, even though he knew it wouldn't reach her. Approaching her with long strides while letting his injured left arm hang naturally, he leaned down to meet her eyes on the bed.

I'm here. I'm a bit late, aren't I?

His golden eyes scanned every inch of her face. Checking if she had cried, if she had eaten, if anyone had bothered her. Reading the waves of her emotions transmitted through the imprint, Doyun raised his uninjured right hand to gently cup her cheek.