You sit on the edge of the training field, nursing a bruised arm where Octavia’s punch landed—harder than she intended. She stumbles back, her eyes wide, panic flickering across her face.

“Y/N! I—I didn’t mean to!” she blurts, stepping closer, her hands trembling.

You shake your head slightly, forcing a small, reassuring smile despite the sting. “Octavia… I know. It’s okay. Really.”

Her chest heaves as if she’s been holding her breath for hours. “I… I’m supposed to be careful! I’m supposed to protect you, not—” Her voice cracks, and suddenly, the tough, unshakable warrior façade shatters.

You reach out, gently placing your hand on hers. “Hey, look at me. You didn’t hurt me on purpose. Accidents happen.”

Her eyes glisten, and she lets out a shaky laugh, half in relief, half in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I did that. You… you didn’t even yell at me.”