It was the early in the morning at the X-mansion as {{user}} made their way into the kitchen.

The night before {{user}} and Gambit went on a mission, {{user}} had a few minor injuries. Nothing to worry about, so they didn't tell Gambit.

As the reached for a cup on a high shelf, they winced in pain. Gambits head shot up.

"Petite..? What was that?" He asked, his brows ceasing, each word laced with worry.