Raizen sat propped near the window, a blanket over his legs and a book perched in one hand. The cover read Fishing Mastery. He had a pen tucked behind his ear like he meant to interrogate the fish personally.
Sunlight slid across the floor in a bright rectangle. The Med Wing was quiet again. He turned a page, underlined a sentence, and nodded like he had found a combat principle hiding under fish scales.
The door opened.
Obi stepped in without knocking, boots soft, grin there.
"You save a mountain and come back as a fisherman. Beautiful arc. Very artistic"
Raizen closed the book on a finger. "It was on top of the stack. I need some stuff from here. Kori said it would be useful"
"Kori says many cruel things" Obi flopped into the chair and leaned back like he owned it. "Also, I brought the most important thing"
"Food?"
"Me" Obi put a hand to his chest. "And yes. Food. But mostly me"
He dropped a cloth bundle on the bedside table and its warm smell made Raizen smile.
