Sunlight leaked in through the windows, soft and golden. Yunfeng was already up and outside, dragging burned scrap and twisted metal out of the yard. Muchen stood nearby with a wet cloth in one hand and a grim expression as he silently helped.
Inside, the kitchen stirred to life. Zei was slouched at the table groaning about his sore limbs while Lu Zhi was attempting to make toast with shaky hands and sleepy eyes. The others filtered in one by one, all looking like they hadn't slept enough—except for Yuki.
Yuki walked in, barefoot and wrapped in her oversized hoodie. The monkey was perched on her shoulder, little paws playing with a loose thread in her sleeve. Her face was innocent, eyes wide, yawning as she blinked around the room like any sleepy child would.
"Morning, Yuki," Hana said from the kitchen counter. She looked exhausted, her hair tied up in a loose messy bun. "You want cereal or eggs today?"
"Cereal," Yuki answered with a small voice, rubbing her eyes.
