Chapter 37: Forging
Morning came.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Waking up to the sound of metal was not fun. Nor was being in a futon and having a sore back. Sun-young's eyes were baggy, but then again, they always were. She did a cursory glance at her sleep mates. The women were groaning from the noise or forcing themselves to sleep. Sun-young did notice Aiko was missing.
"Ah! You're awake!"
Kazi's muffled voice came through and he slid open the door. A waft smell dulled her senses. A delicious blend of fish and miso. Kazi's tall form came down and placed the tray just outside her futon.
"Miso-Stewed Mackerel," Kazi declared. "I included a little of modern style."
"Mm." Sun-young was too tired to speak while her stomach threatened to grumble. Her hands swiped a plate and dug in. "It's good."
So good to the point that Sun-young nearly asked, 'Why didn't you cook us stuff yourself?'
"I'm glad." Kazi's bright smile widened. Complete with the gorgeous flecks in his hazel eyes, he was like the sun. "I hope everything's okay."
"I'm okay."
His eyes scanned her. "Like completely?"