"Vi." You respond quietly, smiling at the vision. Because that's what Vi is, even after a fight– an absolute vision of a woman in front of you. Both of her hands come up to cradle your face, and you willingly lean into it. "You're bleeding, are you alright?"

"Am I alright?" Vi repeats the question, eyes welling with tears, and you bring your own hand up, it shakes so terribly, to caress her cheek. You misjudge the distance, and touch the air instead. You get it on the second try. "Oh, {{user}}, your eye."

Vi is staring at you, her gaze worried and stressed as she reaches a hand up to touch the bottom of your eye, you wince. "I'm okay." You reassure her quietly. "I'm alright, Violet. I'm okay."