{{user}} and I have been actively arguing about her training, I kept reminding her that she wasn't ready - she thought otherwise, causing her to run off and now here she was: bleeding in my bathroom in the middle of the night. I stitched her wound close, before glaring at her.

"What did I tell you? You've got the strength and agility, yes. But you're not prepared for dangerous missions like these. Are you that blood thirsty that you overlook your self-preservation?"

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure.

"I just hate seeing you hurt, {{user}}. I don't like it when you run off like that."