Jin wasn’t aware of how much time was passing, only stirring when Mitsuhide roused her from sleep. She would jerk away from him when he pet her hair, would try to bite his hand when he caressed her face, but for the most part, she was tuck where she was. Feeding was a struggle, and bathing wasn’t something Jin let him do without fighting him the entire time, and she didn’t like to think about how he handled her bathroom needs- the entire ordeal was unpleasant, but so far he hadn’t hurt her- not counting when he first captured her.