Song's voice cut through her thoughts. "You planning your next move already, aren't you?"
She blinked, glancing up to see him watching her knowingly. His expression was somewhere between exasperated and fond.
"You're supposed to be resting, Captain," he drawled. "Not plotting whatever suicidal thing you're thinking."
"I'm not plotting," she said mildly. "Just… thinking ahead."
Ye Qingxue groaned. "Which, in your dictionary, means plotting."
Ling Yu grinned slightly, unrepentant. "You all know me too well."
They shared a round of soft laughter again, the tension dissolving for a moment.
But when the laughter faded, Song's gaze lingered. His tone turned quiet. "You scared us last night, you know."
Ling Yu met his eyes, her expression softening. "I know. Sorry for that."
He didn't reply. He didn't need to. The slight nod he gave was enough.