Jin couldn’t help but chuckle at the idea of Ishawari being tried for poison. As bad as her rice was, it really wasn’t quite a match for his “cooking”. The smell of burnt fish still wasn’t out of the walls. So much smoke that night, and she’d taken over the stove since. 

“I’m sure it’s not [i]quite[/i] poison, Ishawari. You just need practice. Or maybe we just eat the fish raw.”

She sighed, taking comfort at his warm touch for a moment. “I’m fine. It was just a dream, and dreams are nothing to be afraid of.” Even if her heart wasn’t quite back to it’s normal speed. But that possibly had little to do with the nightmare.

“I promise, I’m alright. But I think I’m good and awake. I’m not sure what I’ll do until dawn, though.” A good part of her itched for her stored weapons. Every day, she could feel her skill getting farther and farther away. It hurt, feeling her talent dwindle through idle fingers. She longed for the weight of steel in her hand, just for a moment. 

“Maybe you can go back to sleep?”