Kenji was still telling himself that the white breath from last night was "just the lingering tension from combat." He'd decided that. He'd made that decision, yet the body temperature of Lina as she lay collapsed in the grass remained faintly imprinted on his right arm, refusing to leave. Every time he turned over in bed, he remembered it. Honestly, he hadn't slept at all. The Soot Furnace Pavilion's mornings came early. When the bell of the Daybreak Fortress's communal dining hall—that cluttered stone and wood place where all fortress personnel gathered for breakfast, lunch, and dinner—rang out, warriors streamed in. Kenji, dark shadows under his eyes, sat at the edge of a table scooping up a rich stew of forest mushrooms. This morning's stew was slightly saltier than yesterday's. Kenji vaguely thought that perhaps Hana's mood was a bit rough. Lina's figure was nowhere to be seen this morning. She was probably preparing for training. That was fine. If they faced each other, he'd