Several days later, Sunny was sitting in the mess hall of the military bunker, consuming a generous portion of food without too much enthusiasm. A couple of other captains of the First Irregular Company, as well as Master Jet herself, ate with a bit more appetite.
Sunny did not look too good. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his whole presence was subdued and listless, a telling sign that someone was running low on essence.
At some point, Winter gave him a dubious look and asked:
"What's up with you? You look like you're about to topple over."
Sunny waved a hand dismissively.
"...It's nothing. I'm just tired because of all the stuff I have to do before we depart. Being an army officer is not a breeze, as it turns out. Who could have thought?"
The woman stared at him for a few moments, then grinned.
"Oh, right. I forgot that this is your first command posting. You have yet to discover the wonders of delegation!"
Master Randall shook his head.
