The morning after the stew was an indescribable experience for Jin. The usual sterile atmosphere of the Command Wing seemed softer, as if it had taken a deep breath and exhaled a sigh of relief. It wasn't merely the hearty meal that eased their stomachs; it was a subtle bond forming among them, drawing them closer. The air felt warmer between Sera, Clara, Rosa, and him, filled with a shared understanding and a fragile yet powerful hope.
Jin spotted Sera at the command table, but she wasn't poring over tactical maps as she typically did. Instead, she was focused on meticulously cleaning her VX-07 Pulse-Lance with steady hands. The gentle sound of metal clinking under her touch created a soothing rhythm. Approaching her, he noticed a change; she didn't greet him with her customary sharp comment.
