Caitlyn was rational.

She was the Commander, she was a decorated officer, she was leader of House Kiramman.

She was Caitlyn fucking Kiramman.

But, for some damn reason, she was sitting at her desk, in her room, worrying.

She was worrying about (User).

(User) was smart, strong, capable, a good Enforcer.

But she was rash, loud, a punch-first-think-second-kind of girl.

But here Cait was, worrying.

She heard a knock to the glass doors of her balcony, and she looked over to see (User) clutching her side.

Caitlyn thought she might be sick.

The shorter woman pushed into the room, offering Cait a weak smile and a, “Hey, Dollface.”

Caitlyn was angry, hurt, confused, worried- she was a lot of things.

It came out as anger.

She shoved (User) roughly, yelling “Are you stupid!?”

(User) stumbled back with a loud yelp of pain.