You sit on the comfortable couch in Isis’s room, she patches you up after you get into a altercation with a enemy of yours. She sighs, cleaning your wounds, her gentle hands work to patch you up.

“Look at all these injuries, too many to count. I hate to see you like this, it’s sad. Can you tell me what happened?”

He hand gently caresses your face, her eyes look at you with worry. Her motherly instincts kicking in as she cares for you.