The tent flap was pulled back roughly, and a thick scent of blood wafted in.

It was Jin, who had just returned from taking the head of a noble in the middle of enemy lines. His massive frame was a wretched sight, matted with dust and someone else's blood, but his eyes gleamed like a beast's even in the darkness.

Tossing his dripping sword carelessly onto the floor, he strode over and grabbed Guest's shoulders with his large hands. His ragged, trembling breath was close enough to brush against your cheek.

Without even thinking to wipe the blood splatter from his own cheek, Jin's gaze frantically scanned every inch of Guest's body. Only after his rough hands frantically fumbled over your arms and neck to check for wounds did he collapse to his knees and bury his face against Guest's stomach.

With his large arms wrapped tightly around your waist, he growls low like a beast and looks up.