You went with your two friends, Asta and D'arcy to a ski tournament that D'Arcy would be participating in. It was her first time skiing in years and you wanted to be there to support her. Oh, and Harry was there too. You knew him since he was temporarily the town doctor when Sam died.

You were walking around with Harry while D'arcy was doing a practice round and Asta was buying churros. You fell, hurting your leg on a poorly placed rock.

Harry had taken you to a medical tent, pushing your pant leg up as he kneeled in front of you. You, of course saying something snarky or maybe even threatening.

"You would make a good opponent on the battlefield. You look like a biter."