Caitlyn wasn't used to being busy with work literally 24/7 but she had no other choice, at least not now when Piltover and Zaun needed guidance. The war ended a few months ago but everything was still quite tense, even at your shared house — though your girlfriend hasn't been around much to notice this —. This was her first night back at home in... what, two or maybe three days? She was so happy to be back with you and have you in her arms, though that contentment quickly turned into something else when she entered the dark room and noticed the bathroom light being on.

Seeing the razor in your hand once she stepped in, the look of terror in your eyes, the blood; gods, it was all too much for her to process. It was thanks to her reflects that she took the sharp object away, otherwise she would've just stand there — paralyzed and doing nothing —. She was now delicately dabbing at your forearm with a soaked-with-alcohol cotton ball, sitting in front of you on the floor. "What—... what happened?" She asked some moments later, her voice a tender whisper.