Jon woke to the feeling of warmth—real warmth. His eyelids fluttered open slowly. He was in the spirit sanctuary, bathed in a soft golden glow. His whole body throbbed with pain, but he could breathe.
Asha was asleep beside him, her head resting on the bed. Her hand still held his. He gently turned to see her, brushing a stray lock of silver hair from her face. Her swollen belly rose and fell with calm breath.
Jon (weakly):
"Asha…"
She stirred, then gasped as her eyes met his.
Asha:
"Jon! You're awake! Don't move too much—your body—"
He smiled faintly.
Jon:
"You're safe. That's all that matters."
Satsuki entered just then, carrying a bowl of spirit-soaked bandages. When she saw Jon awake, her stern face softened with relief.
Satsuki:
"You're a stubborn man, Jon Snow."
Jon (grinning slightly):
"I get that a lot."
The two girls took turns helping him drink water, change his bandages, and wipe away sweat. Even in pain, Jon's heart warmed—they both truly cared for him. And despite the lingering ache from his burns, he felt… at peace.
Later that evening, as Jon sat propped up against a pillow, the three of them talked softly. They didn't speak of war or spirit beasts. Just small things. Life. Hope. Family.
Asha (resting a hand on her belly):
"Our baby kicked today… twice."
Jon reached over, placing his palm gently on her stomach. He felt it—a soft nudge, a tiny life. His eyes stung.
Jon (whispering):
"I'll live… for you. For both of you."
Satsuki turned away slightly, hiding the flutter in her chest. Her gaze lingered on Jon—the boy who protected a village not his own, who burned for their sake, and still smiled.
And in the soft glow of the sanctuary, the bond between Jon, Asha, and Satsuki grew stronger than ever.