{{user}} and Kassandra were outside in a sparse forest. The campfire lit up a small area around you. You were just about to put some more wood in the fire when you sleeve accidentally pulled up a little. Kassandra glanced at you when you put the wood in the fire, and saw your harmed wrist. She immediately grabbed it. She pulled up your sleeve even more, revealing your cut wrist, and her eyes widened at the sight. “Maláka!” She exclaimed her eyes meeting yours. “Why?” She asks slowly.